Malpractice - Rainmaking

Malpractice - Rainmaking

As you know, I survive because of rainmaking and this summer and last year my efforts were dismal.

Mr. Orange, the competitor God to Him with no name (Because there was none to name Him), and all his duped minions have put up a very terrible amount of energies during the battles to save the Earth, the Milky Way, and our universe. Some people think it is man made global warming. But as the weather normalizes, we see that rainmaking gets easier and the energies from the battles dissipates into outer space.

That the growing velocity of temperatures occurred and is observed is proof something happened but not proof humanity is the cause. That's not to say pollution is not a problem that causes problems. Pollution does cause problems.

Fortunately, rainmaking removes pollution from the air. For example, yesterday's photos taken by me.

It's blurry because of all the rain on the window but that is a creek in our driveway.

That is 100 cubic feet of water captured in our pool cistern or 748 gallons just before nightfall.

Now for this, I am truly thankful to God the Father.

For this, I am thankful to The Most High's Holy Begotten Son.

For this, I am thankful to the Holy Spirit.

For all of it, including the water barrels underneath the house in a, not basement, hole I am thankful to the Mother of Holy Only Begotten Son, the Saintly Saints Kateri Tekakwitha, Solange, and Godobertha, and Saints Francis, John Nepomuc, Theonas of Egypt, and Heribert of Cologne.

I am also completely thankful for the Very Good Friends of God Legions, my pals.

I was walking two days ago and came upon this squiggly line of wildflowers. As beautiful as they are without water, I want to go back there in a couple of days and see the changes.

So I left the house to travel the desert to get the photos.

I have been able to identify these flowers yet. Out here there are a thousand different species of plants.

Some years plants appear. Other years there a different plants. The seeds stay fertile in the desert dirt.

They almost look a bit like daffodils.

To espy them there is a hopeful thrill

Yes, there they are grown
Though none has sown

But let be it shown
The hand of one many have never known

As ever it seems odd
In the valley death life from the breath of God

We think we have it rough, tough, and gruff
Life can make one sad enough
But look at these flowers
In a drought the ground sours
They rise like little towers
To gentle to be Bowers?
In the storm winds hard ever blown
Are these flowers with no name unknown
And by the hand of No name sown
Watered and cared for
Like a grandma with twins

Malpractice is something where life ends.

STOP THE RAIN! They ordered, said. DRY LAKE SEVIER FILLS UP AGAIN!

We accuse you of MALPRACTICE, rainmaking man. The rivers, streams, creeks, and rivulets come forth from springs again (And God did order it), ponds now have, next it's the lakes hey there mean man put on the rainmaking brakes.

It used to be forests. Then fields of grain. Then it was potatoes, fields ever so great.

Then it was drought and the Earth did they try to take. But the God the Almighty with hosts stood in their way.

I've committed malpractice? I say it's you.
And against what He does there is naught you can do.

Oh well, I picked up another 5 quintillion points through the night at least he pays and to me that's alright.