Prompt: Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . . home . . . soil . . . rain. Use those words in the title of your post.
When I think of the words home, soil, rain, I think of my country Canada. Canada is my home. I was born here and if God be so willing, I will die here. I am so proud of my country and the things we can accomplish as a nation. Some of the things that come to mind are the Olympic’s in 2010 in Vancouver, in fact, every time we compete in especially the Winter Olympics and our athletes do our country proud. I also think of the work our soldiers have done in places like Afghanistan risking their lives so there might be piece on the soil of other nations.
Canada is the soil, that creates this huge country from coast to coast. When people come home in other countries they kiss the earth and this is what I think of when I relate soil to Canada. Also, our soil grows our plethora of beautiful nature — forests, wetlands, prairies, tundra, even beaches grow our trees and the little bits of nature that form our extensive wilderness.
And I think of rain because rain makes nature grow, rain makes a country grow figuratively. We are a place of peace and growth for own people, for refugees, and for immigrants. Canada is a country made up of hundreds of languages, cultures, and peoples. Not to mention, these people are accepted here. We are not a melting pot like the US we are a multicultural society and figuratively rain grows our country, our people, and in reality the things that take root in our soil.