Rain Where Did You Come From

I can't believe it rained yesterday, in July, oh my. I wonder what it means. Maybe it rained for me. That'd be nice but of course the sky doesn't take silly requests from teenage girls who want an excuse to dance and spin. They always say water is symbolic of change, renewal, and cleansing. I'm sure my garden looks up at them with thankful joy. Yes, that’s right, I have a garden now... or at least I'm making one. Lots of digging, lots of hoeing. But it's coming along. I always love things that grow, and I think it's really special to me right now too. With college, and everything else... it makes me so happy to be making something with my own two hands. It's beautiful how the more I work the soil, the better the garden with be. This is the place where I can breathe life into something. You can't always do that in every aspect of life, but here is something that I can really put my heart into. I can look at it when it's finished and think, wow, I made this. I mean, I might not be very good at gardening, but I hope I can make at least a few plants happy. I've been hoping to find something for my dorm too. Something that's alive, and that I can grow, and not have to watch die. Something sturdy would be good right? Maybe something cactus like. Or something that hates sun, and water, and soil, and air. Uh.... that would be a rock, huh?. Hmmm...

Oh and before I forget. It's Gentleman-W's Birthday today.