Mary is home from Ohio.
She had been the angel, helping.
A great thunderstorm rolls through this morning, a great downpour of rain. We'd had a hot and sticky weekend. The rain - it clears the air. The patter-patter continues heavily.
I am glad M. is home. The realization: my home is incomplete without her. I admit that here and now.
I get wet getting to the pick-up. The downpour continues. The surface of the pond is tortured with rain. The street gutters along Washington Street run heavy with water.
The surface of the streets shine with reflected headlights. The flag at the cemetery blows east to west. Water stands in low spots along Highway E - shhhurrrr. Everything has its head down.
Water runs vigorously in the ditches.
It seems so dark for this time of the morning. The year is getting away. I see cornfields with stalks turned entirely brown. When did that happen?
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