But God

Last summer the earth baked under relentless sun and cloudless sky. This summer we have had abundant rain. However as July slipped into August, the weather "fortune tellers" predicted a return to hot, dry weather for - a long spell. One scorching day followed another until it looked like their words would come true. The earth cracked, flowers drooped and the grass began to turn brown.

But God...







I am participating in Emily's imperfect prose - please join me there.



Blessings,
Linda