Waiting for the Rain

It’s hot, hot as only New Jersey can be.  The humidity is higher than the temperature.  Everything’s sticky.  They’ve been forecasting rain, even heavy rain every day for a while.  It gets cloudy, it rumbles, it feels like a cool breeze will bring a deluge.  And then the sun comes out.  What the heck!  If we’re going to put up with the ramp up to Noah’s flood, build the ark, buy the golf umbrellas, make sure all the windows are sealed shut…  We’re ready.  The hydrangeas are beginning to wilt.  The koi are gathered under the water lilies, assuming they’re going to need protection from the down pour.  So where is it?

There are frustrating bits and pieces of life, sticky, pregnant, ready to deliver something that we’ve been expecting, preparing for, working toward, even depending on, and it hangs there, just beyond actual.  It leaves us in the discomfort of labor, full of anxiety and frustration.  Sticky doesn’t cover it. 

Now, you’re all expecting a conclusion, a point.  Right?  No such luck.  Now you know what it feels like.  Pain in neck, isn’t it?