Walking down the old country lane
I can feel the first drops of rain.
I want to share this joy with you,
Express it as a divine view
Of how each droplet causes bliss,
The tenderness of heaven’s kiss.
I watch the mighty storm unfold
And feel God’s power to behold.
It may not be the same for you,
Nor I would not expect you to
Understand joy that makes me cry
As raindrops fall down from the sky.
For rain renews the thirsty earth,
Gives it a new beautiful birth.
So when autumn winds bring forth rain,
I smile and rejoice once again.
© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong