Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

The deluge is here, and many a person is avoiding going out at all.  My husband has his last concert this afternoon, so he is going to have to drive and park, soggy and miserable, to get there and return.  My knee is too uncomfortable to budge, so I'll be holding the fort down at home.  It's a day when I'm grateful for mysteries to read and a new roof.  Luckily, I'm unable to trudge to the basement to see if any rivers run through it.  Our house is downhill from the street high above, so it will be a waterfall on our steps, and the street will be a torrent.  I'm hugging positive thoughts to me like a blanket, and looking forward to seeing some friends tomorrow night at our writing group, which, luckily for me, is at my house.  I'm in no shape to be wandering around, and have no canoe nearby.  Yet this rain is a blessing, and I know it to be so, for the snow pack is piling up and the reservoirs filling and plants and trees gulping thirsty drinks.  Earth needs this.  Human needs are petty in comparison.