The farmer, in the field to our side, is getting his bean ground ready. It is so very dry our whole farm filled up with dust and dust and more dust.
Still—even in the smothering dust I could feel a storm coming in. The air shifted from solid and stale to racing clouds.
Black bottomed clouds holding the promise of moisture!
Still the dirt hung thick and heavy, as the sun started to submerge itself, with the western skyline.
The wind flung particles of dirt into cracks and crevices in a very obtrusive manner, filling my hair and ears—not to mention what it did to the house.
Suddenly a massive roll of thunder followed quickly by a immense flash of light and rain filled the sky.
It didn’t last long…that rain. Moving itself quickly on toward town and other parts of our area. But long enough to clear the air…leaving behind fresh and cool dirt free air.
Plus…a smidge of a rainbow, just as the sun sunk behind a bank of clouds.
A sign of hope!
Every day we are seeing improvement! I am sure…more than sure…I am positive it is because of your prayers, good thoughts and wishes.
Of which Terry and I are eternally grateful!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,