Dear Farm Journal,
We are still waiting for the rain. The clouds roll over the farm in the afternoon, but withhold their precipitation. What are you waiting for? We’re ready for rain down here. Let it rip! Nothing. As night begins to fall, Rufus stands outside yelling at the sky. “COME ON! DON’T SKIP US!” He comes inside and reports that it looks like everything is going just north of us. Still waiting.