It’s out of my control. 

I watched as yet another rain-packed storm passed by our drought-stricken land for the fourth week in a row. It’s so dry now that the leaves on some of the poplar trees have begun turning yellow — in July. It’s a helpless feeling to smell the rain, to see it fall in the distance, while the crunchy grass beneath my feet turns to powder.^[1]Ironically, this has been one of the coldest summers in memory! Well, I reminded myself again today: it’s out of my control. Continue reading →