It started raining today while I was out mowing the yard. I kept going as long as I could but the drops came harder and, in defeat, I parked under a tree. Beneath my little canopy I watched the rain fall, feeling the occasional drop on my head or shoulders.

Here I’m alone with my thoughts.

Dang, I left the windows down in the car

I think about the things that worry me.

I hope she’ll be alright

And I work myself up for no reason.

I shouldn’t have had that cookie

Because I’m never really alone, am I?

A mere whim and I send my thoughts to Him who hears me. He reads my emotions like a picture book. The Spirit says, I know and I answer, I know and the rain falls more gently on a warm afternoon.