Soft sweet rain fell on the ranch this morn.
Likely not an event that will spark world news reports, but an occurrence of such gravity as to give lift to the spirit of at least one man.
The ranch world of late has been one of browned crispness as the forest ruminants struggle for sustenance and the pond ever diminishes from its spring overflow to a state of puddle.
Oh Lord, may we never take for granted the bounty of Thy glory or the blessing You so generously provide in the form of cloud precipitation.
Plain and simple ramblin' from an ole country boy concerning personal history, current family events, the Tin Star Ranch, and philosophical BS with no redeeming social value implied or intended.
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