• Sam Baker

Day 103 isolation

It is raining now.

Rain.

The sweetest gift.


I sit with a lighted candle on a small table made from framing wood stock. Pine 2 by 4's. Cedar flooring (1 by 6) as table top. On a porch screened with black metal screening that I found on Amazon and had it shipped. It is 54 inches tall. 60 plus feet long. It came from China. On a giant cargo-ship. By long haul truck. By Toyota pickup. By hand. We stretched it on the porch frame in the winter when the landscape was stripped of green. When it celebrated brown and ochre. The light was low and silver. The world had a silver gelatin sheen.


The screen came-eth.

And now the summer rain fall-eth.

They are not connected but but they connect me to this place where it is dry and protects my electric computer from the great frying that rain brings to electrics.


I marvel.

It is so powerful.

A drop of rain.

But a million drops?

A trillion?

A community of drops

powers the world.

It is the great cargo ship

the rain ship

that delivers life

that delivers the bright greens and feather top grasses


That waters the world

Let there be life!


From Genesis 1

KJV


6 And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.

7 And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.

8 And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.

I think mentioning rain might have been an oversight on God's part. It is the connection to everything. The bonding agent. The glue that holds the firmament, the waters and the heavens.


Or maybe it wasn't an oversight. Maybe God was rain. The beginning was rain. That was God's secret sauce. God and rain. The same thing. God is rain.


And God knew that. God saw that. And saw that it was good.


Saw that it was.


The sweetest gift.