The Gift of Rain
Water drizzles from the sky
Upon a thirsty earth.
It is received with gladness as
A gift of highest worth.
The plants soak up this liquid gold
And flowers bend beneath
The pitter – patter of each drop
That shimmers on each leaf.
It fills the cracks and turns to mud
The former loosened dust.
It falls upon the wicked
Just the same as on the just.
It trickles down the dry streambeds;
Creates the stream anew.
It coaxes life back to the world
In shades of ev’ry hue.
In days of plenty and of drought
It’s a blessing all the same
Sent by One who made all things:
The priceless gift of rain.
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