Rain
It is too bad that rain cannot wash the world clean of the COVID virus, as we are getting far more rain than the rivers and plants can use.
Who knows? Perhaps the continuous onslaught of water and wind will actually help to disperse the nasty little critters. For
all the research and effort being put into the study of this virus, they still know so little. (Or at least that is what we are being told.) It sure is a sneaky thing, changing course and approach every time a researcher thinks they may have trapped it.
Every new change seems to carry with it an ever nastier weapon too. Almost as if it is still being manipulated/controlled
by some outside source. It is depicted as a ball with little suction cup feet. Perhaps there is some sort of electronic eye
on the surface that no one has detected yet? Something akin to the eye of a fly which is actually many eyes in one?
So--here comes the heavy rain--supposed to have been April showers and now the May flowers are being drowned, pounded
into the muddy soil. Several people saw a rainbow two days ago. It lied, since it is still raining.
These continuous rains better have a purpose other than what rain is normally enjoyed for, since their presence is creating
another disturbance, adding to the boredom and stress of being
"isolated". More cases of depression, abuse, frustration, and
worse. I had been working on an acrylic painting of a small sailboat on the ocean. Now I am adding storm clouds overhead and a driving wind whipping up the sea, rain lashing the deck.
My way of dealing with the situation.
The Robins and Mockingbirds are loving this weather. Suicidal
earthworms crawl to the paved areas, stretching their soft bodies into long strings, awaiting the quick stab of a beak. This rain is making someone happy (maybe not the worms).
So-look on the bright side. Imagine that these tiny little balls of misery and death called Corona virus are sponges. They will soak up all this moisture until they are saturated and earthbound, can no longer hop from one victim to another.
Then the hot sun will return to the sky, hotter now as smog no longer blocks the rays, and it will scorch those nasty critters.
They will shrivel and die. No more COVID-19.
Hurray for rain.
"Raindrops are falling on my head"---but I will be "singing in the rain".
Anyhow, "I can dream, can't I".
Who knows? Perhaps the continuous onslaught of water and wind will actually help to disperse the nasty little critters. For
all the research and effort being put into the study of this virus, they still know so little. (Or at least that is what we are being told.) It sure is a sneaky thing, changing course and approach every time a researcher thinks they may have trapped it.
Every new change seems to carry with it an ever nastier weapon too. Almost as if it is still being manipulated/controlled
by some outside source. It is depicted as a ball with little suction cup feet. Perhaps there is some sort of electronic eye
on the surface that no one has detected yet? Something akin to the eye of a fly which is actually many eyes in one?
So--here comes the heavy rain--supposed to have been April showers and now the May flowers are being drowned, pounded
into the muddy soil. Several people saw a rainbow two days ago. It lied, since it is still raining.
These continuous rains better have a purpose other than what rain is normally enjoyed for, since their presence is creating
another disturbance, adding to the boredom and stress of being
"isolated". More cases of depression, abuse, frustration, and
worse. I had been working on an acrylic painting of a small sailboat on the ocean. Now I am adding storm clouds overhead and a driving wind whipping up the sea, rain lashing the deck.
My way of dealing with the situation.
The Robins and Mockingbirds are loving this weather. Suicidal
earthworms crawl to the paved areas, stretching their soft bodies into long strings, awaiting the quick stab of a beak. This rain is making someone happy (maybe not the worms).
So-look on the bright side. Imagine that these tiny little balls of misery and death called Corona virus are sponges. They will soak up all this moisture until they are saturated and earthbound, can no longer hop from one victim to another.
Then the hot sun will return to the sky, hotter now as smog no longer blocks the rays, and it will scorch those nasty critters.
They will shrivel and die. No more COVID-19.
Hurray for rain.
"Raindrops are falling on my head"---but I will be "singing in the rain".
Anyhow, "I can dream, can't I".
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