And Then It Rained

The ground was dry, but the corn and soybeans emerged. We prayed for rain.

The small plants grew slowly and the soil began to crack. We prayed for rain.

The weatherman predicted rain. The storm went north of us.

The days began to warm. The normal Wisconsin humidity did not come. The plants seemed to stop growing. We prayed for rain.

The corn began to curl. The heat began to soar. We prayed for rain.

More rain was predicted, and we did get a misting. There was not enough that hit the ground to register in the rain gauge. We prayed for rain.

The cattle began to bellow because their grass was turning brown. We fed them hay and prayed for rain.

The hot sun beating down on the parched earth brought the temperatures into the 90’s. My tomatoes began to grow limp and I watered them. The plants in the field did not have that option. We prayed for rain.

We were watching a movie when we heard the thunder. We disconnected the computers, TV, and microwave so that they would not be damaged from a lightening strike. And then it rained. It was a beautiful rain—full bodied but gentle. It softened the ground. The soil drank it in thankfully. The sigh of relief could be heard from all living things. The cows stood outside letting the cool rain wash their dusty bodies.

More than three inches fell through the night. Again we prayed. A prayer of thanksgiving. A prayer of praise.

In times of troubles, it is good to know The One Who Loves Us Always.