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It’s raining this morning and we go out on our bike ride anyway. It feels cool and refreshing. We need the rain badly. The swans and the ducks are swimming in the lake, not hiding from the hot sun. But dog walkers and joggers are nowhere present. I recall the Wizard of Oz story, where the witch melted away when she got wet, and I think of my middle years when I avoided the rain because it would ruin my hairdo. Now I just let it run off me and enjoy it. I see that the neighborhood flowers I watch on my morning rides are bent over from the storm, but I can almost hear them saying, “Don’t worry about me, this is just what I need. I’ll straighten up tomorrow.” Some of the blossoms will be gone, but there will be new buds arriving soon, including on my two Mother’s Day rose bushes alongside my garage. The roses on those bushes start out as bright red buds, open as dark rose, and over the days fade into the soft pink of wild roses, whose old petals fall into the soil and become compost for the future. --Cynthia
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