Deut. 32: 2 My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my
speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as
the showers upon the grass:
A Spring Storm
A melody rings out in a thunderous clap
Lightning passes in a wondrous flash.
Rumbles are heard in a bellowing sound
Droplets form puddles; a triumphant splash.
Eager to taste the moist rain on my lips
Soaked is my flesh; refreshed I am bathed.
The element of water so tried and true
Unleashed in its fury I escape unscathed.
The earth is saturated, plants sigh in relief
Such a storm commanding the land.
The heat for a moment lifts from this place
Quenching the drought with a wave of His hand.
