Real Rain

Real rain…the kind of rain that fills up puddles and runs off into barrow ditches.  As the rainwater splattered the roof of my truck and the wipers slapped back and forth with a hypnotic rhythm…a calm came over me. It was the perfect excuse to cancel all outside jobs and retreat to a warm cozy house, drink hot chocolate and curl up under a blanket.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank you for the peaceful rain

Welcomed without the hurricane

The dry can challenge and strain the brain

And easily turn into a major pain.

Let not this prayer be in vain

While Your showers bless the terrain

I’m the one that stands to gain

Because in my life YOU must reign.

AMEN