Rain makes seeds grow.

Rain makes streams flow.

As dreary drops streak my window,

I ache and await a rainbow

Of God’s promise to break through dark clouds below –

To illumine His purpose, His glory to show . . .

All the while, He tucks me under His wing’s shadow

And whispers, “There’s so much more of Me to know;

Trust Me, the Keeper of the rain. I want you to drink it

and grow.”

“For land that has drunk the rain that often falls on it, and produces a crop useful to those for whose sake it is cultivated, receives blessing from God.” Hebrews 6:7