Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones,
and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
~Henry Ward Beecher
Rain’s “soft architectural hands” were made by Him who made the earth and blessed its inhabitants with life-giving waters. All forms of moisture bring the stuff without which there is no life, the stuff in which life is formed, the stuff of which life is sustained. Wetness was felt on the face of Adam and Eve in the beginning, and now eons later rain continues to move in its seasonal cycles to insure the survival of the planet and humanity. It kisses the earth and then returns to the clouds to be carried on to other destinations. Through the millennia it must have been carried on journeys that have taken it all over the world again and again. Oh how I would love to hear the tales the rain could tell if it had the gift of speech.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. ~Psalm 19:1 ✝