rain

Howdy World.

Growing up on a farm, there were 6 of us kids. Un-fed and nearly beaten to death on several occasions, there were plenty of tears to go around. Yes, even a few of my own. But, there was always someone there to comfort me and tell me it was “gonna” be okay. This individual would always say, “Let me wipe those tears off your face, and we’ll put them in your pocket for a rainy day.” So now I stand there mad, and with soakin’ wet pants. It might as well have been raining.