Rain on Me Flash 55

The rhythm of rain on the roof
The whish of tires on wet streets
The scent of wet earth in the hands
The smell of wet dogs, wet coats
The sight of a brown river running
The cascades of water in every ravine
The dripping of raindrops on hair
All singing the song: goodbye drought.

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If you would like to tell a tale in exactly 55 words, post it and go tell the G-Man.
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What are some of the simple things that you appreciate in life? I’m hoping you’ll tell me and others what those things are. For everyone who tells me and links to my blog, my family will donate $2 to a little medical hospital in Port-au-Prince, Haiti.

My “Simple Things Challenge” begins tomorrow and ends on Sunday night at midnight, Pacific Time.

What simple things do you cherish? Post those things on your blog, along with a link to my blog and a quick blurb about what you’re doing.

What you’re doing is this: For each one of you who posts a list, a poem, a paragraph about the simple things in life that you savor, my family will donate $2 to a medical clinic in Haiti, run by Heartline Ministries. Don’t forget those two important things: Include a link to my blog in your post, and then come tell me.

If you don’t feel like posting on your blog, or you don’t have a blog of your own, just a comment on my blog will count.
My goal is to have at least 50 to 75 people commenting and linking over the weekend.

I’ve borrowed this idea, with permission, from Christina at Soul Aperture. She donated $1 for every comment to Doctors Without Borders, and she wound up sending $180.

I like the idea of celebrating our gratitude for the simple things we’re blessed with. And I love the idea of using the occasion to send financial aid to Haiti, to keep the blessings flowing.

I love what Heartline is doing. For years they’ve been in Haiti trying to improve the lives of women and children. In the aftermath of the earthquake, they’ve transformed their property into a makeshift emergency room, operating room, recovery hospital, and safe haven for suffering people who are in desperate need of medical help, even more than three weeks after the earthquake.

Their volunteer doctors and RNs have performed amputations on plastic folding tables. They go into the slums and tent cities to pick up the wounded and take them for treatment. They serve on the front lines on a wing and a prayer.
Read John McHoul’s blog about their work here.

And pop in to visit me this weekend.

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