I was in my princess pajamas walking though the house one night during the week (maybe it was Monday?). I stood staring out the window that faces the street and just breathed in the air. The evening air was still. Still still. And stiff. So stiff you want to be hot enough to sweat but you can't. Then it dawned on me: The Dry Season Has Come. Oh, I dread the dry season. I am a rain creature that delights in the different types of watershed. I might even like snow. This dry season is coming early. I just hope that it is not too hot and not too long.
Until it rains I will make sure that while my environment is dry, that I stay personally watered. A dry souls is a catastrophe much worst than a dry land.
Someone said that when there is no rain in your soul you must dig wells so you still have life in your soul. What do you think?