The Gift of Rain

What blessed and sweet relief, Is the long awaited heavenly rain. For the many people, a too hot Heat, the scorching sun has slain. Water is Divine and sustains us— Our minds, our bodies, every cell. Without our blessed rainwater Our earth would be a barren hell. Our weather is ever changing— Though we also need sun to survive, It is the melting snow and raindrops, In every form, that keeps us alive. The trembling of our planet earth, Tidal waves in a windswept sea, Tornados, hurricanes and dust storms, Avalanche and lava flows, plague humanity. Yet the earth regenerates, after every storm And flood, fire and quaking of our earth, There comes a time of glorious peace; A time of rebuilding, a time of new birth. We all prayed for rain when the drought had Burned our crops, killed our beasts and such, Then damned the rain when flooding came As people died, and torrid rains became too much. We need to temper every prayer, to leave things In God's hands, stop telling omnipotent what to do, For every little prayer is heard along with our demands. Appreciate the rainbows sent and bathe in every hue. For Divine hands are always present holding us And rain comes from our Divine Father's joyous tears Which will be a constant in our lives, and will continue To sustain us throughout the eons of our years. © Connie Marcum Wong