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Topic: Rain (09/07/04)
TITLE: Irish Rain By Jennifer Deibel 09/08/04 |
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Windows flex, cars tremble, chimneys whistle. The gale blows fiercer as the day rolls on. Harsh, cold drops pound the earth like missiles. Not a living thing is seen in the wild. All have hunkered down to weather the storm. Waves crash mightily on the shore, abusing the sand and shoreline, eroding and decaying with every collision. Conversations cease – it is too deafening to speak. The earth cowers and waits anxiously for the cruelty to end.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, the droplets fall gently to the soil. Flowers dance in the breeze, and puddles ring out with laughter at every plop. The house is quiet; the only sound is that of tender mercies tapping on the roof. Refreshment is the word of the day, as all who experience the affectionate outpouring seem to come alive with energy. The world opens generously, eagerly accepting this gift from the heavens as the stimulating fountain regenerates life.
Peace covers my soul. Contentment overflows as rivers of mercy flood into my being. Energy anew awakens my heart as the shower of Love returns to this dry and thirsty land. The Holy Spirit has opened the heavens of grace and offered this gift of renewed life, and my withered and parched heart eagerly and wearily accepts it. Oh, my Father, may Your rain bring a harvest plentiful to this place. May Your Words sink deep to the roots of my being, and Your Love well up and spill onto those whom I love. Rain on me, Father, rain on me.