The gentle rain speaks upon the soft earth and God is in the midst of the mist reminding us that the brightness of the sunshine is on the other side of every dark cloud. Droplets dance in silence as they are introduced to the world. We have been here before they say and are here again to refresh and bless. As the moon reflects the light of the sun, nature reflects the beauty of God.
I am not angry with the world but with its two-legged dwellers. Dwellers who want to look through a tube at stars they can't already see or investigate biomes of invisible nature. Dwellers that can't hear the rain sing to the Creator the appreciation of just being or hear child say I love you. Dwellers that can't answer the birds when they tell you not to worry, everything will be OK, or just enjoy being one of the people thankful for the corn today.
The soft rain whispers. There will be plants. There will be grain. There will be food. There will be flowers. There will be fruit. There will be a tomorrow.
Don't worry, you are being taken care of and watched over. Relax and get intune with God and each other and go for love walks...in the rain. - Author Unknown, View from the Medicine Lodge, Jim Great Elk Waters
