Voice of the Turtle
am, by no stretch of the imagination, a terribly religious person, but this particular verse from the Song of Songs (2:11-2:12) has always held special meaning for me: For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The flowers
Rain
I hate the heat. Growing up in the great and generally temperate state of Michigan, I rarely experienced ore than a handful of days where the thermometer clawed beyond the 90-degree mark. When the air did turn warm and temperatures reached