Hi....now I am writing as myself having for some weeks shown my mother's writing (her book of course). It's taken me a while to come down from the high I experienced recounting her life and all her exploits but now I have to get my mind back into gear again, if that's possible.
We in Perth are always wanting it to rain, usually from September through to March, as we have very dry summers and we suffer from water restrictions and our gardens suffer badly from lack of sufficient water.
This year we had a few showers in March but nothing to speak of and then it became dry again until this weekend just gone and then it really began to rain with a vengeance and around our way, over a few days, we had 3+ inches (over 80mm). Wonderful!!
OK, that's all very interesting isn't it? What? Not interesting talking about rain? That shows you don't live in Perth!!!
I was so delighted with the rain that I wrote a few words on Facebook talking of my joy at the wet stuff finally arriving and, in doing so, I searched for a picture of rain I could add to my post. When doing so I also found this one which I thought very profound:
Whether it was intended to be written in the past tense because someone had left I don't know, but the words struck me as being very true. There are times in our lives when we do cry and it is wonderful to have someone close who will just hold your hand and love you at that time without having to understand why you are crying or blame themselves for it. I have such a person in Phil and I am ever thankful that he is by my side when I need him. There are times, because of diabetes and the constant aches and pains, that I give a little whimper as I sit in my armchair and nearly always a hand will reach across to hold mine for a minute or two. Just a hand...no words....but that is all I need to bring a smile to my face. How thankful I am for that hand, and that man.