It's dry here. There's been rain all around us: Kansas City, only 40 miles from here, got 1 1/2 inches a couple of days ago. It all went north of us, though. Today we finally got 1/4 of an inch. Big deal, eh? Rain is in the forecast for the next several days, and perhaps we'll be more fortunate then. Meanwhile, I've been thinking about a poem I wrote in 1992... a year when we seemed to get TOO MUCH rain, as we did also in 1993 (the year of the flood).
NEVER CURSE THE RAIN
Because I've seen some years of drought, I never curse the rain,
For once you've had to do without, you learn to not complain!
Our old roof leaks a little more with every passing year.
But never mind how hard it pours: I'm happy, living here.
I have to say I miss the sun when clouds control the sky.
I'll be glad when the rain is done. (It will stop, by and by.)
But I'll take what the Father sends and thank him for it all.
The sun and rain are both my friends, so let the sweet rain fall!
If trials come into my life, they're sent here for a reason.
My character is shaped by strife that comes in its due season.
When everything is said and done, the good Lord knows what's best:
He sends the rain; he gives the sun. By both, our lives are blessed!
On a happy note, our roof doesn't leak like it did back then!