Nine weeks …
That’s how long we have been waiting.
Nine weeks,
one heat dome (who knew there was such a thing?),
one heat wave,
forest fires,
evacuations,
tinder dry conditions,
crops, plants, trees are singed, dying,
dry.
so, so dry.
We look ahead, listen to the meteorologists,
hoping they will be bearers of good news.
Hoping they will tell us what we want to hear,
what our living things need,
…
rain.
We bow our heads, lift fists to the heavens,
begging the One who can,
to do it.
To open the skies,
to let down
the renewing,
life-giving,
life-saving,
water from the clouds
in
drips,
falling onto everything,
wetting our world,
nourishing our soil,
extinguishing the flames,
soaking the roots,
soothing our dry, lifeless surroundings.
Renew our earth with life-giving rains,
as your presence in our lives
renews our souls.
Amen
The Breaking of the Drought
by Frederick J. Atwood
Listen!—it rains; it rains!
The prayer of the grass is heard;
The thirsty ground drinks eagerly
As a famished man eats bread.
The moan of the trees is hushed,
And the violets under the banks
Lift up their heads so gratefully,
And smilingly give thanks.
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