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Topic: RAIN (04/18/19)
- TITLE: Talent Canceled Due to Rain
By Betty Castleberry
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I know God gave us all special talents. You’d think that because I’m a “mature” lady, I would have mine figured out by now, but the truth is, I’m not positive I have. Oh sure, I raised three kids and could put a good meal on the table and maybe I could sing a little in the church choir, but I’m not sure I’ve ever uncovered my real gift.
One day last week, I took a good look in the mirror and said, “Julia, you aren’t getting any younger. Get your act together and DO something with yourself.” I decided I might like to paint. After all, Grandma Moses was 78 when she started painting, so I invaded Hobby Lobby and returned with paints, brushes, and canvases. I was positively giddy dreaming about my certain, upcoming famous artist status.
Anxious to get started, I settled myself in the back yard with my canvas propped up on a makeshift easel and my paints and brushes on a little patio table. I intended to paint our big oak tree that stretched prettily against the sky like, well, a picture. I should probably mention here that it was a beautiful day and there was only one little bitty, teeny weeny, benign looking cloud in the sky.
I was working on the background of my painting, dabbing a brush here and there on the canvas pretending I knew what I was doing, when I looked up at that little cloud. It seemed to be growing and darkening. Not only that, it had invited some friends. Several gray clouds hovered overhead. I didn’t give them much thought, since I live in a semi-desert region and there wasn’t any rain predicted.
Shrugging, I sketched in a crude outline of the tree, and I do mean crude. I have better drawings on my fridge created by my three-year-old great grandson. Painting was considerably harder than I thought. I squinted at the canvas and was about to add some branches to my tree when I felt something wet hit my arm. Looking around for a bird, but seeing none, I realized it was sprinkling.
In no real rush, I gathered up my paints and brushes and was reaching for my canvas when I heard the loudest crack of thunder I have ever heard. I’m talking 747 take-off loud. Rock concert drum solo loud. Jackhammer-on-concrete loud.
It startled me so much, I jumped up and involuntarily flung my artist brushes to the far corners of the yard. The rain started coming down in sheets.
Making an executive decision, I grabbed my masterpiece and left the rest of the things to pick up later after the rain stopped. When I took the first step forward, my foot slipped out from under me. Who knew wet grass was so slippery? I landed in a pretty impressive gymnast pose, but unfortunately, I’m no gymnast and wasn’t interested in exploring that as one of my gifts. My canvas ended up somewhere a few feet away. The tree I was painting was getting watered ever so nicely, but my more immediate concern was how to get into the house.
My ankle wasn’t working, and somewhere a banshee screamed, or maybe that was me wailing in pain. Either way, the back door was about a football field away. Okay, maybe it was only a few feet, but even three inches was too far right then.
Collecting my courage, I half limped, half crawled to the back door and made it inside. I’m not even sure I realized I was thoroughly rain-soaked by the time I got across the threshold.
The rest is pretty much a blur, but I know I somehow managed to wake my husband from his nap. He drove me to the emergency room where I found out my ankle was broken.
That’s why I have this cast on my ankle. It’s also why I could blame my sudden disinterest in painting on a freak rain storm. But truthfully, it’s due to lack of talent.
I’m still trying to discover what my God-given talent is. I’ve thought about writing a book, but I’m not sure how to go about it.
Maybe I’ll open my laptop and tinker around with some words to start it off. How about “It was a dark and stormy night…”
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