called on account of rain.

the woodsly goodness takes care of it's own.
you know it.
i don't really like watering plants with the hose.
i don't know why, exactly,
but i think it has to do with always assuming
i haven't done enough hydrating to keep 'em happy.
y'know,
like, if they still don't thrive, it's totally my fault.
i should've done more, spent more time providing for 'em,
giving those little green ninjas more nutrients an' that.
(Freud would totally pop a hard cigar over that line of thinking)
but, today, neighbors,
it looks like ma nature is helping a duder out.
yep.
rain.
no hose inadequacies for this warrior, y'all.
it's a waterspout of itsy-bitsy spidery proportions.
courtesy of the sky above.
word up.
just sayin',
once-in-a-while rain is pretty rad.
dust gets busted,
pollen gets purified,
and roots suckle it up like thirsty spaghetti.
that's a thing.
it's the every-day all-day weeklong downpours
that root-rot my spirits and drown my perspective.
why can't it rain every night from midnight until dawn?
how flippin' EXPERT would that be?
one hundred percent, actually.
although,
the number of rainbows would lessen markedly.
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rain gives way to fog,
fog burns off to sun,
and sun brings the growth, ninjas.
personal growth needs a bit more sauce, though.
the sun burns,
the bugs bite,
and the day jogs on.
that's real life.
the growth spurts don't start until after all that.
it's called reflecting, kids.
on the remains of each day.
i'm on that continuous progress,
self-improvement,
detached attachment,
and self(less) involvement jauns.
for real.
Folk Life wifely togetherness,
with plenty of water, but no watered-down weak sauce,
and absolutely no babies, especially waterbabies.
wordimus prime;
never quiet, never soft.....