Rain on my parade

I understand that Montana is in a drought, but does the earth really require precipitation when I'm trying to visit my favorite national park instead of when I'm drearily working in the mall? Doesn't the world and it's willy-nilly weather patterns revolve around me? (please excuse my pathetic attempt at a breed of humor I can't pull off well: sarcasm)

Yesterday my family and I traveled all the way to Glacier National Park only to see absolutely nothing, have a picnic in the rain and tromp around in snow at the peaks visitor's center only to be warned to get off the mountain before they closed the west entrance. It broke my heart. And alas, summer is finally drawing to a close, and suddenly I'm shocked at the loss of all that is tan, hammocked and lazy. Looking back I can honestly say it was a difficult season,however... one of drought spiritually, grief relationally and crazy emotionally. Yet, for all it's worth, I would do it all again (totally took me ten minutes to write that statement)

So here is to autumn and all that comes with it. Let it rain.