May the rains that happen to occur incessantly fall.
Not to cause a flood but to bathe the ground.
To feel the rain; upon my face, is a treasure from God.
It has a way of cleansing me as it cleanses the ground.
Praise God for the rain that must fall to water the life we have all around us.
Never find yourself complaining of the rain we must have.
After all if we look to it; in the way it is given we'd discover it is a gift.
May we be contented and be one to honor God for all He has given.
Never be one to show your feelings of being disgruntled.
Be one to praise the Father for the rain we have around us.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)