
After a decade, we gave-up prayer,
swallowed our appeals to pagan gods
and goddesses that might be listening—
we forgot the feel of tall green feed
wet upon our knees, resigned ourselves
to do without—to adapt to drought.
Wettest December in a century,
but for the floods of ’55 and ’66,
I don’t regret what I wished for.
Really happy to finally see some rain John. Your rituals must have worked.
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Hard to tell. If a guy waits long enough, or lives long enough, Mother Nature will provide what he wants, eventually. Happy New Year, Gary!
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So beautifully green and the rushing water is a lovely sight, although I’m not sure everyone in central and Northern California would agree.
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Wonderful to see the hills so green! Here’s to a Happy New Year!
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