I sit in awe of Mother Nature and her magic;
As she washes our earth clean of our sins.
As the steady rain pours down;
Despite our stubborn resolve that there is no global warming.
Ozone assaults my senses;
Another sure sign that our Mother is presenting her cull.
Our ignorance and obsession with religion and sexuality;
No match for her divine plan.
As thunder booms and lightening strikes;
Her powerful reminder of our frail humanity.
Shadow is very happy I let him back in our house at 5 a.m. this morning as he watches the puddles grow bigger and bigger.
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