I did finish Algebra 1 on my vacation! Very happy! :~D
I also wrote a couple short stories and I'd like to share the best one.
The Continuous Rain
By Moriah Peters
He stared out the window. The early
morning rain fell long and hard. It had been raining like this for
the past 2 weeks. The surrounding area was drenched. His farm and
crops would be ruined if there wasn't any dry spells. A sigh filled
his depressed spirit with a dose of weariness. He depended on his
crop and if it didn't make it, he'd loose everything. His adoring
wife walked in. Her perfume filled the room with lilacs and spring.
She walked over and leaned her head on his shoulder. Her presence
bought a comfort in his heart. No matter what happens he will always
have her with him.
The morning seemed longer than any
other morning. The rain was discouraging and emotionally wrecking his
heart. The rain had been a blessing, but now it felt like a curse. It
was depressing and dreary. He woefully went to work with a heavy
heart.
That same afternoon, there was a small
patch of sunlight. 2 minutes of sweet, blistering, gorgeous,
sunshine. The sunshine lifted his spirits. His wife was in the middle
of kneading a batch of dough when he grabbed her hand covered in
dough into his calloused hand barn and they ran outside together and
danced in the sunshine. He picked his wife up and twirled in the
sunshine, laughter filling them. But as soon as the sunshine came, it
left. It poured.
He sighed as he went back into the
barn, after walking his wife to the door of the house. The rain had
immediately drenched his clothes, soaking him to the bone. He mucked
the stalls, and restocked the hay. Then he walked to the back of the
barn to the tool bench. He looked at the wood that lay on it. It was
rich with aroma and as strong as oak. He gently lifted the wood,
examining it with an eagle eye. He sat down at the bench and began to
work with it.
It was nearing supper time when he
emerged from the barn. He had fed and milked the cows, checked the
chicken coop, and worked with the wood. His wife greeted him with a
smile as his came in, as before, soaked to the bone. She sent him
upstairs he came back down she was ladling hot creamy potato soup out
of the pot. The pot was a special pot, passed down through
generations. It had seen many generations and many stews. He smiled
at the thought, and then quickly the smile disappeared as he thought
about the fact that it was part of the farm.
The supper was filling and delicious,
warming him inside and out. He enjoyed chatting with his wife about
this and that. He went out one last time to check the barn to make
sure it was set for the night and he walked back to his home in the
pouring rain. He dodged puddles as he walked through the farmyard.
He suddenly stopped, exactly halfway
between the house and the barn. He looked up at the dark clouds and
pouring rain. His thoughts whirled. They whirled as fast as he could
piece them together. Falling to his knees, he poured his heart to
God. His feelings, his worries, his family, his wife, his farm, his
house, and the old family cooking pot. As he got up, the rain was
falling softer. When he got to the door of his house, where his
lovely wife awaited with a towel to dry him off, he stopped. Turning
around, he and his wife stared in astonishment. The clouds were
breaking up, the rain was ending and the sun was just about to set.
He looked at the sun set as a brilliant rainbow spread across the
sky.
He turned to face his wife, their faces mirrored the same smile:
a smile of peace and hope. God was always in control. He leaned down
and gave his wife a kiss. Then they ran outside laughing, dancing,
and chasing each other with the knowledge God is still taking care of
them. As they neared the barn he pulled his wife inside and showed
her the piece of wood. With it he carved a small sign that said,
“God's the farmer, I'm just a guest.”
The End
