When I went out this morning to feed my horse, I immediately thought the air smelled like rain. Then I realized I had too heavy of a coat on and started to sweat since it was probably 50 degrees and I had on my winter Carhartt on.
Out of curiosity I looked up the weather forecast on my Blackberry and found it was 80 percent humidity. That’s unusual for my part of the world. Our humidity normally ranges from the middle teens to mid-twenties. It’s usually very dry here in Western Kansas. (I know, state the obvious!)
I wish it would rain so that the grass would grow.
I wish it would rain so the wheat would grow.
I wish it would rain so they could grade my road.
I wish it would rain so my poor horse wouldn’t have static cling.
I wish it would rain so I could consider planting flowers in my yard.
I wish it would rain so my pick up could get dirty again and I can spend $13 to wash it. (Not really, but I’ve learned not to complain about mud.)
I wish it would rain so the pastures would grow and turn green. (Yes, I know I mentioned that before, but grass is important when you have cows and horses.)
This morning while working Gary Allan’s “Songs about rain” came across my Pandora stream, and it all just seemed to fit. Not necessarily about rain in the physical form, but rain is in the lyrics. Good enough for me. Plus Gary’s not bad to look at.