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I love Jesus. I love my family. I love photography. I love books. I love thinking. Probably in that order. I have a wonderful husband, five beautiful daughters, a house, and a camera. I enjoy spending time talking to my husband, playing with my girls, redecorating my house and shooting things with my camera. In my spare time, I sleep.

Friday, May 31, 2013

"It Only Seems to Rain at Night"

A poem I wrote May 28, 2013...

It only seems to rain at night.
Fog in the morning;
Blue sky at noon;
The crash of thunder in the evening;
But cleansing rain?
It only seems to come at night.
The day is long and hot and dry.
The day is thirsty--
with a scratchy throat and a parched tongue.
But it only seems to rain at night.
The day is dirty; filthy from its toiling--
earth beneath its fingernails,
sweat stains on its shirt,
and secrets hidden in the folds of it skin.
But it only seems to rain at night.
My body is older.
My mind is weaker.
My soul shrivels in the noonday sun.
I long for rejuvenation.
I pant for refreshment.
I yearn to sprout, to bud and to blossom.
But whenever it rains--I am asleep
Because it only seems to rain at night.