He covers the heavens with clouds, provides rain for the earth, and makes the grass grow in mountain pastures. — Psalm 147:8
A hesitant spatter builds
to an open deluge,
our backyard transforms
into a temporary
swamp, and the water-
collecting barrels overflow,
rivulets running
down and over,
a casacading
reminder of plenty,
and I know
this will mean new blooms
and green, the freshness
of rain-cleared air,
the newness that springs
forth when a desert
receives a year’s worth
of rain in one passing
hour, and as the thunder
shakes our home and
the lightening bolts
brilliantly across the sky,
I am reminded of our
dependence, and I sink
into the beautiful humility
of necessary praises.
—C.L. Fisher, June 2021
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