Rain

Rain

A gray hush sweeps over the fields. And then -

murky shards shatter against the earth. They

plummet at a cockeyed angle, mixing

dirt, weeds, and pebbles into gaping pools

just shallow enough for wriggly, booted

toddlers. Just deep enough to rattle cars,

spraying mud up on their doors that will dry

into chalky flecks. Dogs lap the tears off

the sidewalk, while otters bury themselves

in the brown folds of the swollen river.

Daffodils savor misty drops in gold

goblets, sipping until their bodies gleam.

Creation drinks until it is fully

fed by the rain, and ready for the sun's return.

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“I don’t think the way you think.

The way you work isn’t the way I work.”

God’s Decree.

“For as the sky soars high above earth,

so the way I work surpasses the way you work,

and the way I think is beyond the way you think.

Just as rain and snow descend from the skies

and don’t go back until they’ve watered the earth,

Doing their work of making things grow and blossom,

producing seed for farmers and food for the hungry,

So will the words that come out of my mouth

not come back empty-handed.

They’ll do the work I sent them to do,

they’ll complete the assignment I gave them."

Isaiah 55:8-11 (The Message)