His Rain

In our minds we take offense

To nature’s very defense

The drink of life

Rain-sheets

Sprinkles meet

Every flower and weed

Incredibly thirsty

in their journey

We hide, take cover

Wonder when again His sun will hover

Drying the dampness

We deem trouble

Have you ever walked in the rain?

Been privy to the awakening?

I spied a wren

Hop silently through the brush

Calling to others

Once he stopped

“Over here, guys,

The bath we craved –

God made a way!”

Each puddle a water source

For ants, cats, a wild horse

And there are millions of plants

relying on His water and light

Behold the mystery of new life

who will emerge searching for nourishment

We as babies come out of a womb

Knowing water as our only room

Embedded in our making,

The desperate need for His living rain

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Jesus answered her, ‘If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked Him and He would have given you living water’ (John 4:10).

If you are not familiar with the story of Jesus and the woman at the well, I recommend you read the entire passage. John 4:1-26.

Thank you for all followers here, new and “old”. I pray your day is beauty-full no matter the weather.

In Christ,

Julie