Rain

After many sunny days and a long drought, the rains fell, filling the barrow ditches to over flowing.  It was an answer to many prayers.  I have to admit that I was not helping much on the praying.  I know we need rain but I also know that with rain comes mud.  And it always seem I am working in the mud…mud that test my endurance and tries my patience.    I don’t mind the rain, it's usually gone in a few hours but the mud sticks around forever. It makes me want to stay inside and write or read...maybe I’ll just take a nap.

THE DAY is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

And the days are dark and dreary.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

                              The Rainy Day

                                       By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thank you,

Lord Jesus for the rainy break,

For a bit of oil and a little cake.

Of this day what shall I make?

From work a break I shall take.

Amen.