Rain

Ah, the rain. It’s one of the most powerful weapons in nature’s arsenal. It can form rivers, sustain life, or melt away monuments carved in stone. For as innocent as it may seem to some; it can be just as disastrous to others.

Unfortunately, it’s my duty to report upon these negative effects of our atmospheric friend. The ongoing and, at times, torrential rains our area has seen have wrecked havoc on my father’s fish pond.

To you this may seem insignificant, but then you don’t understand the love and physical toil this lone man has invested in this small piece of heaven on earth; this psycho-physiological oasis. You can never hope to understand…at least not until you look upon your own legacy, or lack thereof, here on Earth and realize how fragile it really is, or could be.
Remember, pray, or meditate for this man who is doing all he can to save the lives of fishes and his own little piece of Nirvana; for whatever you have done, or will do, this man is you and I