308. All was silent as before – all silent save the dripping rain. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

One by one great drops are falling
Doubtful and slow,
Down the pane they are crookedly crawling,
And the wind breathes low…
~Excerpt from a poem by James Russell Lowell


Rain!  Deliciously glorious rain finally came for the first time in many months from the grayness of a late winter’s day, and the drought-ridden soil soaked it up like a sponge.  Thankfully this rain was not the child of violent clashes of hot and cold air which can, this time of year, spawn rushing winds or tornados charged with electricity and loud claps of thunder.  Instead it tapped softly on rooftops and windows beating out long-awaited, haunting harmonies accompanied only by occasional rolls of muffled thunder and flashes of distant lightning.  After the parched ground had drunk in enough, puddles began to form, and from them rain’s captivating smell rose to bless my nose.  Scientists may say the scent in rain is petrichor, which is an oil produced by plants, absorbed by rocks and soil, and then later released into the air during rainfall, but I personally think it’s the alluring scent of the Holy One, Yahweh Himself.

Oh, how I’ve missed the rain!  I adore it; I always have!  And now that I live in a place where rain can be absent for long periods of time, my spirit experiences an aching hunger when it’s gone.  So I envy those who live in areas where it rains regularly.  There’s just something very comforting and inviting about the sound of rain, the sight of it, the feel of it, and the unmistakable fragrance of it.  It  has a way of reassuring me that “God’s in His heaven and all’s right with the world,” and if rainy days bless my soul in such a way, I can’t help but believe the earth feels the same sweet joy.


In time of silver rain
The earth puts forth new life again,
Green grasses grow
And flowers lift their heads,
And over all the plain
The wonder spreads

Of Life,
Of Life,
Of Life!

In time of silver rain
The butterflies lift silken wings
To catch a rainbow cry,
And trees put forth new leaves to sing
In joy beneath the sky
As down the roadway
Passing boys and girls
Go singing, too,

In time of silver rain
When spring
And life
Are new.
~Poem by Langston Hughes

As the rain and snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth:  It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I(God) desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.  ~Isaiah 55:9-11   ✝

18 thoughts on “308. All was silent as before – all silent save the dripping rain. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  1. Pingback: 308. All was silent as before – all silent save the dripping rain. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Sacred Touches

  2. I marvel how it can be drought ridden not so far away and yet a waterlog on the other side of not so far away. Yes rain.
    It is pouring again here–we left in the rain and returned to the rain.
    And it is forecast for the next several day. We will dry out for perhaps two days before beginning again. Amazing—our world
    Hugs and love
    plus I loooove the picture–
    wet cookie


    • Man, what a difference is right! I’d so love to live where we got more rain. Actually until the drought started almost a decade ago we had pretty good rains throughout the year. I wish you could send me some of your rain and I could send you some of this warmth. Love, Natalie 🙂


  3. The experts tell us that the last few months have been the wettest since records began in the UK. It has been truly horrendous. But after a couple of weeks of wonderful blue skies and temperatures in the high fifties (very unusual for early March) I find myself missing the rain too.


  4. We’re still waiting for the rain, Natalie. I love to lie in bed and listen to the rain gurgling in the downpipes, knowing it’s filling our water tanks up. The frogs begin their chorus and all is well with our little world.


    • Oh I pray that rain comes for you soon as well! My granddaughter and I were discussing all the things we loved about rain on Saturday and we loved things similar to what you mentioned. Have a great week, Laurie.
      Cheers, Natalie 🙂


      • Thanks Natalie, the clouds come over and they’re like politician’s promises. Promise you the lot and give you nothing. My week’s going pretty well so far.


      • What a good way to put it, Laurie! That’s what’s been happening here too. But finally on Saturday they gave forth their promise, but who knows when they will cough them up again. I’m so glad your week is going well so far. Cheers, Natalie 🙂


      • The clouds are still here, sigh. Glad to hear you received some rain. The week is still good. 🙂


  5. Wonderful post, yet again, Natalie. You can happily have some of our rain, though. The soft pitter patter turned into some sort of water torture last week. But I have lived in some very sunny places where, just like you, I have longed for the beautiful, refreshing rain. I am so glad you have it at last ~ Amelia 🙂


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