
- I have no idea how many lifetimes we have, only that we have THIS one, or at least SEEM to......(twilight zone theme playing now). Whatever the "truth" is, and it may be different for different people, I do know the size of your world is the size of your heart and mind. I like living in a BIG world, and before I judge people and beliefs I don't understand, I take the time to form an intelligent opinion.
And the more intelligent I become, the more understanding and patience I also seem to be.
But when I woke up this morning, I was hearing a poem in my head called, "Rain, Rain, Go Away?"; one I had written for my son last year at this time.
He's not with me this weekend, but my love for him still is. He wanted to spend the weekend with his friends. So in honor of his great playful spirit, I'm reposting his poem along with pictures from yesterday.

Come again another day;
Little Johnny wants to play."
AND SO DOES BROSDEN!*
So to the door
And out in the rain!
We don't know
When this chance will come again.

grab your sword!
There's pirates to fight,
and their ship to board.
Grab that spear.
Into the downpour!
We live in the wild
Hunting the dinosaur.
Let's get a ball
We can bounce off our heads,
Or lay in the puddles
In our own water beds.
It doesn't matter
what we do or be;
As long as I'm in the rain
And you're with me.
- Adam Stuart (August, 2006)



When dark clouds constantly doubt and question us, why not let their "rain" wash off our backs and wash away our insecurities, helping us realize we don't need them anymore in our lives, and they'll soon be moving on?
When we hear the thunder of negativity and verbal abuse, why not think of a child playing in the rain, and realize our spirits are as free as we are brave and courageous enough to let them be? We know our own truth, and people either believe in us and our dreams or don't; they either want to build us up with liquid sunshine or try to tear us down with their thunder and lightening.



As you play in the rain
You remind me just
Of what I used to be
I teach you
But you also teach me
Your free and untamed spirit*
Is what I can still be

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