Heaven is melting . . .

 There's no chill

and yet I shiver . . .

There's no flame

and yet I burn.

I'm not sure what I'm afraid of

and yet, I'm trembling . . .

There's no storm yet I hear thunder

And I'm breathless, why I wonder?

Weak one moment,

then the next I'm fine . . .

 I feel as if I'm falling

every time I close my eyes

and flowing through my body

is a river of surprise

. . .feelings are awakening

I hardly recognize as mine . . .

What are all these new sensations?

What's the secret they reveal?

I'm not sure I understand

but I like the way I feel . . .

- an old 1983 song from the Barbra Streisand movie Yentl

written by Alan and Marilyn Bergman

with music by Michel Legrand

We had rainy nights, sunny mornings, cloudy afternoons with hints of drizzle and the weatherman announced a coming storm Henry. I prepared all of Heaven and prayed fervently. But when I woke up Saturday after a rainy night, the sun was up, the laundrywoman came, clothes were dried, and in the afternoon it rained again! When I woke up Sunday, it was sunny again, and the storm did not pass! Of course, I was skeptical. The skies looked cloudy with bits of sunshine (this has been going on for months now!) but my dogs were happy jumping all over, and the flowers and plants were dripping wet. Heaven melted and now is smelling like new . . . Thank you all for your concern and prayers for our safety. This is my entry for Lisa's MacroMonday.