January 13th. Friday the 13th. Remember that day. I'll have a story for you in a few months. A story I'm not ready to tell yet. A story that will take some time.
But tonight, the rain's coming. It's been raining and thunder-storming here in Kentucky, in the middle of January, for a few weeks now. Not much snow. Just steady rain. Lots of thunder. Sharp lightning.
The rain has come to wash it all away. To draw me closer to God.
As old, autumn leaves get washed down the gutters and sidewalks get washed clean in the downpour. Puddles build and the raindrops hit my window, an irregular pattern somehow soothes me.
And right now, I need to be soothed.
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