Sunday afternoon the wind was blowing hard off the savanna. We had to hold the screen doors when going inside or they'd blow backwards and beat the wall. There were not many clouds in the sky and the ones up there... well, I wouldn't exactly call rain clouds. As of Friday, the official reading showed Palo Pinto Lake at 12% full. The Palo Pinto Water Co-op has us on heavy usage restrictions due to the extreme drought. We had to pay a fine last month for using too many gallons. My cows had to have water.
Martye and I rode around the ranch during the afternoon checking the level of our tanks. We didn't say much to each other, it was too depressing. We drove back to the ranch headquarters in silence. Martye headed inside to take a nap. I yelled at her as she entered the apartment: "Hold on to the screen door."
After she disappeared I walked around the barns and had a talk with God. I told Him that I was tired of praying for rain. I've done that for the past year and all we got was a little spit here and there. I stared at our hay barn for a long time. Suddenly, I had an epiphany of sorts.
"God, I've been looking at this all wrong, please forgive me," I pleaded. "Thank you, Lord for providing us with hay. It has gotten us through the drought. Thank you for provisioning water in Palo Pinto Lake and the remaining water in our tanks. I promise to be a good steward of your precious resource. Thank you Lord, for putting Kevin, our Ranch Foreman, in our path. His wisdom in planting winter grasses got us through the past two years.
I looked out over the horizon and couldn't make out where our ranch mets the sky. All our land seemed to be shades of ocher and brown and the sky as blue as a robin's egg. I stopped thinking about it all and went inside to join Martye in a late afternoon nap.
At 3 o'clock the next morning rain started hitting the tin roof of our barn apartment. The Double S Ranch received over two inches of rain this morning. "Thank you, Lord."