Anticipation

For the past few hours, I have gazed outside the kitchen bay window to see if it is going to actually rain.  I went out to cut some rosemary for marinating salmon & could feel tiny whispers of rain drops on my face & arms.

I love those tiny whispers. 

The wind has picked up – my friend Muriel says the wind was very fierce north of Houston, much earlier than here in the southwest edges of the Swamp.  The wind here comes and goes, promising a change.

But not delivering.

Not even tiny whispers – I have checked.

And so I wonder – will there be a change, or just a whisper, a promise?