Have I become so hardened by this prolonged drought that I am reluctant to express much joy with our recent rains, ever vulnerable, afraid to let my guard down? A drop in the proverbial bucket when considering the bigger picture, am I afraid we may be spurned again with only two months left of our grass season—too long in a dry rut?
But none of this obstructs our evening conversations, finding lines of poetry in the space between us. I pen my name—and you hear rain like applause on the roof.
drycrikjournal 
Drought is the worst limbo.
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It takes a while to trust your luck, get your bearings. Thanks for your comment.
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Congrats…. let’s hope for a prolonged recovery to some extent
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A game changer, Spike. How much? We just don’t know. All new ground.
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I love this. To me it describes that subtle yet powerful difference between men and women — that we need to create a calming balance and to even out the highs and lows. Eternal optimist that I am, I just had to tell you that your line about seeing rain as applause on the roof has made my day! Thanks for that and for reminding me of your ‘great’ window and of that beautiful view you see every morning. You and Robbin are so lucky – you really do live in paradise.
PS It’s 39 degrees below zero in Turner Valley – the coldest Alberta winter anyone can remember. Hoping the water pipes don’t freeze and burst in the wee Hobbit House!
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Thanks, Denise, one of many of Robbin’s similes and anthropomorphisms I continue to pen under my name, part of the balance we enjoy come evening as we appreciate all that we have. After 1.5″ of rain, puddles are hard to find, the ground so dry it has already absorbed whatever was leftover. Latest start I’ve ever seen, nothing yet running down the creek. Best to your better half.
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The rains have been delicious. I can almost hear the ground gulping it all down. Hearing rain “like applause on the roof” is a wonderful thought, I’ll listen differently now.
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Well said! Last night it was the sound of rain and sleet on my window that provided lullaby. This morning’s reality: the sound of our crew loading up purchased bales of hay to feed out to the herd. But we do have puddles, mud and a fresh coat of snow on the Rubies.
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We were watching the weather map, hoping the best for Nevada and Arizona. An encore and another round of applause would be just fine with us.
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Heard with empathy and agreed.
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Here in Australia, our farmers are suffering from drought also, but if climate change is to blame there is not much relief in sight.
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I hope the rain continues…
Coral
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