Rain splashes on the footpath
Dribbles down the drain
Trickles pretty patterns on the window pane.
What could be lovelier than to hear the summer rain
Cutting across the heat, as scythes cutting across grain?
Falling upon the steaming roof with sweet uproar,
Tapping and rapping wildly at the door?
No, do not lift the latch, but through the pane
We’ll stand and watch the circus pageant
Of the rain,
And see the lightening, like a tiger, striped and dread,
And hear the thunder cross the shaken sky
With elephant tread.
We thank thee, O Lord, for the recent rains. This long and severe drought has been hard on the land and its people. In this and all things, we are grateful and praise your holy name for all your “tender mercies.”
He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. He provides rain for the earth; he sends water on the countryside. ~Job 5:9-10 ✝