Walking on Water
I’m not pushing any agenda, only making an observation. I have lived in Utah almost all my life, and while I am not sure it isn’t due to the changing perspective one might expect over time, I am convinced that it rains more here now than it did when I was young.
I’m trying to remember a day this month when there wasn’t some rain, or the threat of a storm. I’m counting 3. The storms come quickly, bringing lighting and thunder. The other day, the wind reached gusts of 70 MPH. It was epic to be out and about.
I don’t mind it, really. The sprinklers aren’t needed, and it keeps things nice and green. Green is good, especially in the high desert, where most of the year, things are pretty yellow and gray. Gray eats at my soul after a while.
On the plus side, I had a scrambled egg sandwich for breakfast, which always makes the day better. Also, there is hot coffee in my mug and good music playing. Things are good.
How are things with you?