There's something comforting about the way you can depend on rain to come down in Iowa. When you need it the most, it's there. Even the lightning, completely silent, is a promise that the rain is coming. The view I have from my little porch is great.
Iowa is sticky. It's hot. It's certainly beautiful. The storms can't be tamed.
This is some of what I have learned so far from being here.
Also. I just heard a bird chirp. It's 11:34 P.M. He must be as curious and antsy as I am.
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