Prairie Baptism

Do you hear that thunder?

Look out the window: do you see the muted, black greens and greys of wet grass and stone?

Breathe in: do you smell the cool scent of rain drifting through my open window and taking up the space that was once dominated by the flat blasts of compressor charged air conditioning?

Hold lightly: do you feel the heat of my tea, smell the smokey invitation of my lapsang souchong?

Rest now: there is nothing to listen for but the sound of the refrigerator humming, no one to run to but your Lord.

Even if someone handed me a tax-free check for a million dollars, I don't think I could be happier than I am right now.