We Wait Upon the Rains

We wait upon the rains to come our way, and if I read the signs, it seems they might. The sky is dark; the clouds have much to say. The sun, it seems, has given up the fight. Accumulations for the year are light; my backup tanks are coming into play. Predictions have been wrong more oft than right; we wait upon the rains to come our way. The clouds just might cooperate today; A sprinkling would be a true delight To keep the need for watering at bay, and if I read the signs, it seems they might. The chance for heavy rain is rather slight: From black to white, a lighter shade of gray. Although for me, the prospects are quite bright, The sky is dark; the clouds have much to say. The squirrels in trees have tucked themselves away; The birds, aware, have taken off in flight. The fawn and doe have gone inside to play; The sun, it seems, has given up the fight. I know that it all sounds a bit cliche, though if the storms should pass by, it’s alright, for He has met our needs through all our days. Because we live by faith and not by sight, we wait upon the rains…