The War Cry of the Sprinkler

This morning my sprinkler went off while I was eating breakfast.  It was still dark outside, but I could hear it as it cleared the air out of the line and started spraying water on the yard.  It said, “pfft, pfffft…sphlfffffft!”

All my mind could imagine was my sprinkler telling the world and the day what it thought of them.  One big, wet raspberry in defiance and rebellion.  A war cry of “Yeah, you may have beaten me down, but I’m still here!  I’m still in the fight!  So, let’s go…bring it…give me your best shot!”  And I was inspired…by a sprinkler.