I NEED to...

"Is it raining outside?," She asks and I pause. Is it raining. Couldn't she hear the rain? Couldn't she smell it saturate the dusty air? I can't respond for a minute, holding back the things I want to push past the end of my tounge. "I can't see the rain from this side of the house." Something colosal crunches in my mouth as I realize- it's true. If Moses had built a wall of water between her yard and the rest of the world, it wouldn't have made any difference in the long run. "Yeah mom, it's raining on this side of the house. Watering your tomatoes." There was no response...just the cool, wet beats keeping time with the ringing silence in my ears.