Out of My Control

Iwatched 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. Well, I reminded myself again today: it’s out of my control. 

So, too, is the slow free-fall of the world into darkness…

Read Out of My Control by Mark Mallett at The Now Word

 

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