Be a friend. Let it rain.

I am sitting on my porch watching the afternoon storm roll in over the Tetons. The thunder overhead is so loud I can feel it rattle the tin roof of the barn. The storm is right above us. I love how the rain just touches everything and when it starts pouring all activity on the ranch stops.  (Well now that all the hay that was delivered today has been put away).

Today I was thinking about how its been said that when it rains it pours. But here in the Tetons, the storms can roll out about as fast as it rolls in. So you don’t even have time to process it . The storm comes and I get so excited and then it leaves with just a trace of its presence in the muddy puddles in front of my room.

Be a friend. Stay a while. Why dont you just let it rain?