750. The rivers rise and the rains keep coming. ~Philip Levine

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Rain now falls from the roof
The staccato of the heavy
Drops on the hard ground below
The world is muffled.
~Excerpted lines from a poem
by Raymond Foss

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Listening to the timpani
the rhythm of the rain
the rap, the tap,
the ratta-tat-tat,
the staccato of the drumming
on the roof of the house

The storm raging ‘round us
in the stillness of the night
trying to drum the beat
on the window panes and
keeping time with the
randomness of noisy traffic
blocks away on the interstate

Too few drummers for the task
capturing the sound of rain
~Edited and adapted poem
by Raymond Foss

The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. ~Matthew 7:25   ✝

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28 thoughts on “750. The rivers rise and the rains keep coming. ~Philip Levine”

      • That’s the trouble isn’t it, people have enough rain, complain bitterly so it stays away. Yeah we have our fair share of droughts, so i sympathise with you. Hugs’n ❤

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      • Oh after that dreadful decade long drought, I promised myself and the Lord that I would never complain about the rain ever again! But it’s nice to have some sunshine so the soil can dry out some. And I hate that some people lost their lives and/or suffered damage to their homes and property. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤

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  7. Wonderful poem – and perfect timing as the rain falls here in the northeast this morning. The heavenly rain means this sabbath with be a much needed day of rest as it is much to wet to garden. Thank you Natalie for all the wisdom, inspiration and beautiful images you share.

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