Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We woke up to a deluge of rain this morning, a veritable torrent.  It's calmed down now, and we are grateful for any and all rain.  With it comes the clean air.  Last night we visited our younger grandson and gave him his presents and brought a tiny cake.  He was thrilled and sang Happy Birthday again and again.  He will love his party even more, but also be overwhelmed.  This was just our daughter, his other grandfather, my husband and me.  Today I am feeling prickly.  Not sure why, but I am going to respect it and take it easy.  I have two mysteries I can read, and my husband and I are about to take a walk in the rain drenched neighborhood.  I'm going to breathe in this fresh air, and think of the animals who will be helped by this storm and the new shoots and leaves it will produce.  Other sentient beings who are affected more than I am, and suffer in silence.