I wish it wouldn't...

I spend about half of my time wishin’ it would rain, and the other half hopin’ it won’t. This weekend we got both. Jacob took a vacation day on Friday and cut about 10 acres. (That’s some dedication, huh? A vacation day!) Eddie, Jake and I (John) cut another 8 acres Saturday morning under gray skies, on a day that was supposed to have a 20% chance of rain. A few clouds then a quick shower about noon that really didn’t even get the ground wet. The day ended up sunny and dry.

I heard the rain at 4:30 am. It rained until about 5:30. After a few hours of "I wish it hadn’t," I was reminded (by that little voice in my head – Yes, God even speaks to Methodists!) that we probably already have enough hay and that this new field is lagniappe. Anyway, the Flagon Pasture is so dry that the dust is unbelievable.

So I’m glad it rained. No, wait I wish it hadn’t…
--John