He calls to me in the rain kissed trees; rustling leaves like whispers from heaven; tears falling, mingled with mine; He weeps. I do not long for that which He will surely bring; content here in His arms, safe within the sound of His Voice. I will dance in the sun when His Hand parts the clouds. For now, I do praise Him in the beauty of His rain.
"Thou, O God, did pour a plentiful rain upon thine inheritance, and when it was weary thou strengthened it." ~ Psalm 68:9