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Calling on Angels to Send the Rain West

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Why so much rain on the east coast?

Praying it goes where it’s needed most.

Calling on angels to gather our rains

Deliver it westward to quiet the flames.

Push rain clouds to the smoke filled sky.

Hurry please, before others die.

Protect those working to make a stand.

Quench the thirst of parched dry land.

Calling on angels to gather our rains

Deliver it westward to quiet the flames.

….

A second response to yesterday’s SOCS prompt: Call

Sometimes I wish I’d written something different for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday post. Here on the Carolina coast, we’ve already met our national rainfall average for the year. We don’t need any more, and I’m hearing thunder again. It just doesn’t make sense. I’m asking God and calling on angels to send just the right amount of rain west to California or anywhere that it’s needed to gently eliminate the fires. My husband who was once a fire fighter tells me a light rain will be best to prevent mudslides since there is little or no vegetation to hold back a lot of rain. A light rain will help those fighting the fires to get their work done more quickly. So let’s pray for steady light rain and safety for all.


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Sending Rain to California

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Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is “liqu”

The first thing that popped into my mind was how Dorothy liquidated the wicked witch by throwing water on her. I wish someone big would throw liquid, ie water, on the fires in California. God, please give them some of this rain we’re getting in North Carolina, even the snow my son is getting in the mountains. Just move it on over there to the west. God, we don’t need any more rain here. Please?

Those fires are horrible. I hate to think of the loss of life – human and animal. And plants- the trees. Sad. I know they will come back in other forms. Thank you to the first responders who are battling those fires. I know your adrenaline runs out after a while. My prayers are with you in the west. Sending angels with water buckets, no angels to push the clouds together, punch holes in the clouds, make it RAIN over the fires.

Well, like I hinted at, we have plenty of rain lately where I live. And it’s cold. Have to bring the plants in tomorrow. I’ve been drinking a lot of liquids since I have a cold. Lots of water which I may take for granted, and soup. I like soup anyway in the winter or fall, or any time I have a cold. I’ve had Manhattan clam chowder from a can for lunch the past two days, mixed in some garlic and kale. Last night, I had miso soup at the restaurant, and I plan to make lentil soup Sunday night. Some tomato basil would be good tonight. If I wasn’t a vegetarian (well, almost cause I did eat clam chowder) I’d have chicken soup. But that’s okay. Maybe I’ll have a smoothie for lunch. Apple cider with cinnamon. Oh, I just remembered, I have some green chai tea! I wish I could send all these liquids to California.

Calm those fires, God, give the people strength.

Here’s to the everyday heroes:

I do believe we can make it rain there in California, sooner than later.

Georgia/California/Georgia/California Rain Rain Rain California RAIN rain rain………Southern California Rain. But not floods.

For more streams of consciousness on “liqu,” visit Linda Hill’s post at:

https://lindaghill.com/category/stream-of-consciousness-saturday/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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Rain Dance

 

Petrichor: the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil.

That smell I love so much,

When the rain first kisses the earth,

is more than a chemical reaction.

It’s the smell of the earth’s love for rain,

Strongest in the heat of summer

When the earth yearns for relief.

When the rain first kisses the earth

She giggles, then sighs,

and calls to me:

Come! Dance in the rain.

 

“I relaxed inside, nursing my baby girl and listening to the big kids sing silly songs in the rain. It was like a slice of heaven on earth.”

  (From Chapter 9 of Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again)

 

rain with girl

Photo from Pixabay

 

 

 


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Crazy

“You’re crazy!” I yelled into the phone as hard rain spattered my windshield.

From my book Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again

Here’s a bit of context from chapter 13, “Grief Can Make You Blind.” I was driving in the rain while yelling into my cell phone.

(Perhaps you remember me writing about the rebound from hell.)

I just walked out, leaving the groceries, even the asparagus. As I drove away, the sky released a downpour. Grady called me on my cell phone and asked me to come back.

“You’re crazy!” I yelled into the phone as hard rain spattered my windshield. I threw the phone in the back seat.

One liner Weds 2017

For more one-liners, visit:

https://lindaghill.com/2017/07/19/one-liner-wednesday-hes-at-it-yet-again/

The rules for One-liner Wednesday, that I sometimes follow are:

1. Make it one sentence.

2. Try to make it either funny or inspirational.

3. Use our unique tag #1linerWeds.

4. Add our very cool badge to your post for extra exposure!

5. Have fun!


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Short Years Call for Rain Dancing

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“The Days are long, but the years are short.”

That’s what came to me when I saw today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt from Linda Hill: the word, “short.”

That little nugget of paradoxical wisdom was offered by a friend when my first child was born. As time went on, I came to realize it’s truth.

Having and caring for children, or any labor intensive work, makes time fly, so that the years go by in a blur. Good thing we have photos!

Ah, but to slow things down a bit. I’ll never forget that summer I stayed home on maternity leave with my second child. I got to take the whole summer off. My favorite memory happens to be in my book. I was sitting in the living room nursing my baby girl. The big kids, including my son, played outside as it started to rain. There’s nothing like a summer rain when the weather is so warm you don’t mind being out in the wetness. The big kids sang silly songs and danced in the rain as I listened through the front screen door. It was like a slice of heaven.

Life is short. Dance in the rain every chance you get.

Watch this. You won’t be sorry. You’ll smile, I bet. 🙂

 

Here are the rules for Stream of Consciousness Saturday:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!

 


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Pennies from Heaven

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Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is “coin.”

The first thing that came to mind about coins, is my father’s coin collection. He has coins in books with little slots the coins fit in to. I’ve never been all that interested in collecting coins, but my son liked looking at them with his Papa. On the other hand, I do have a bottle of pennies, a large wine bottle, that I’ve had for at least twenty years and maybe one of those pennies will be worth more than a penny some day.

Pennies. From heaven. I don’t think money comes from heaven. But if you have a garden, rain could turn in to pennies earned or saved from your garden’s produce. I love old songs like “Pennies from Heaven.” I think I will be seeing a lot of rain today, from Hurricane Matthew. I’m sorry so many people have lost their lives and homes in Haiti and other places from this storm. I wish they could have some pennies from heaven, that are more than pennies. Pennies of peace and comfort. We take so much for granted here. And I am thankful.

Sometimes we need a break from all the bad news. Since the mainstream media doesn’t seem to want to give us enough balance of good news, songs can help.

So, I looked for a video of “Pennies from Heaven.” There were some strange ones from the movie with Steve Martin and Bernadette Peters. I consider going to Youtube for videos like getting up and letting the dog out, or taking something off the stove. It interrupts the Stream of Consciousness, but I couldn’t just have any old weird video on here. So now I’m back in the SOC with one of my favorite movies: Elf. Yes, I know it’s too early for Christmas, but I love it anyway. So here is is:

The Stream of Consciousness is brought to you like pennies from heaven by Linda Hill at

https://lindaghill.com/2016/10/07/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-816/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!

 


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Miracle Flower

Flower growing out of wall

Flower Growing From My Church Wall, by JoAnne Silvia

 

The wind must have blown fiercely

to lodge the seed between the bricks,

in just the right place where it would not be washed away.

The seed waited for moisture, to release  its life force.

It welcomed the rain flowing down through the channels

and pushed roots into the gritty mortar,

searching for  nourishment

to build the long, bare stem,

reaching up and out with all its strength

to the light,

letting the rain run down its stem

back to the roots.

The single yellow flower at the end of the long stalk

bloomed where it was planted,

living life to the fullest,

a beacon of hope.