Rain trickles down the window pane.
The glass reveals the storm.
The misty clouds drop their blessings
Where the dry ground began to form.
The flowers tilt underneath the weight
Of the life giving moisture,
Yet when the rays of life return
They will regain their posture.
Birds are hidden away for shelter,
Some tucked underneath their set of wings.
Their bird baths are being generously filled,
And soon they will again sing.
The children run and play in the puddles,
And tilt their heads back to taste and see
Oh how good and faithful
The Lord is to you and me.
1.30.2020 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Psalm 34:8
βO taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.β
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Love this poem. I remember growing up and we seldom play under the rain. π
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PTL! We played in the rain. We even laid in the streams and puddles. Now that I am older I know how filthy the water is. But the rain is still a gift! π
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Smiles. Aww aww. Cool!. π
Phew.. π
Absolutely.. It is a blessing. π
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β€ π
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