27/05/2026
Two very different parts of me respond to rain these days.
Farmer me smiles when the clouds roll in.
Checks the radar.
Listens to it hit the roof.
Feels relief in his body.
The tanks are filling.
The ground is drinking.
The animals settle differently.
Life grows.
Roofing me on the other hand…
Looks at the same clouds and thinks,
“Well there goes the day.”
Wet roofs.
Delays.
Lost hours.
Schedules shifting.
Income slowing.
Same rain.
Two completely different experiences.
And honestly…
I think there’s something deeper in that.
Life has a funny way of making us hold opposing truths at the same time.
One part of me is learning to slow down, build soil, grow food, live with the land and trust the seasons.
Another part still wakes before sunrise, drives long hours, climbs roofs, works through cold mornings and carries the responsibility of providing.
Both are me.
And maybe that’s adulthood in a way.
Learning that life is rarely one thing.
A blessing to one part of you can inconvenience another.
Something can be sacred and frustrating simultaneously.
But if I’m honest…
Farmer me wins.
Because even with the mud, delays and missed work…
Rain still feels like life.
Especially after drought.
Funny how perspective changes when you start putting roots into the earth.
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