President Trump, Sir, Thank You for the Rain I work in the woods in the State of Jefferson, Sir, and I just want to thank you for the rain - precipitation that I have not witnessed in over a decade working under the heinous abomination called geoengineering. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Mr. President.  I worked today under rainy skies and dripping trees and in my drive this morning I saw that the mighty peaks of the Cascade Mountain Range already have snow, I know that the land is blessing you, Mr. President; even though there are precious few normies and even Patriots that can bear witness to the hijacking of our weather over the last decade. I know this war is not over, but today there was a ray of hope for all the critters and plants that share this glorious creation with us.  I love you, President Trump, may the mighty Lord who gave us the majesty that is the great Pacific Northwest bless and protect you and all those Patriots who stand with you in Shield Wall of the Ages. Thank you, again, Sir, this means much more to some of us than you can ever know.