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
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