Pieces of the sky are falling down. And they are very drippy.

Today was such a loverly day.
It stormed and rained. I think God must have sneezed.

The air here is always gross and dirty. But when miraculous water droplets fall from the sky, the air clears up and it smells good everywhere.
Also, it's Friday. And Fridays maketh everything nicer.

Imagine a new slate and a clean piece of paper. That's what rain is like here. And when the lightning crackles and thunder rumbles, and the wind makes the trees sound like they're singing really loudly, you can just hear the world waking up around you.

"Let's do this!" They say. "Let's live the story we were meant to star in."

There's still hurt and pain and sorrow and trouble enough down here. But the rain---the rain is from above. The drizzle are like messengers from God, telling us that His grace will never cease. Telling us that there is something pure and cleansing. Something beautiful to touch and breath in. Something healing, and worth risking everything for.
It's nice how He thinks to send us reminders like that.

You should know that pajama pants are very flattering.

My watercolor-on-newspaper-plus-sharpie project. Somewhat of a failure. 

The Blue Beanie.
Have you ever met the Okie hat? If not---Okie hat, meet the readers. Readers, meet the Okie hat.

*eerie music* No. I'm not a vampire.
My hands might be chapped, but they aren't really that gray.

(speaking of hands)

And Arlo. Poor Arlo. The one who is unhappy.
(Not about my dirty window, mind you, but about the lack of sunshine.)

Enjoy your evening, okay? If you don't, I'll be very disappointed in you.
K-Minty