Speed of Water
second of it. Raindrops were dancing off of my windows and jumping off of the pavement. They
were blowing with the wind and running off of the roofs and windows. They were making their way
through the leaves of the trees, and pooling together into endless puddles and miniature lakes on
the ground. Raindrops are amazing. As they are being poured upon the earth they simply make the
most of the moment. They splash and dance and they have the ability to make a “dreary” day look
alive and cheerful.
On days like this I feel happy and amazed at the beauty of spring. Spring is so symbolic…it’s a lot
like life. In fact, if I were asked to describe spring in one word, it would be just that…”life”. Spring
warms and revives us. We need the moisture of spring not only to help the earth grow, but to help
us to grow as well. And so this morning it rained….and rained and rained. It is every bit as
beautiful as sunshine…just in a different way.
Do you find beauty in the rain?
* * *
I am walking in front of the rain, Heart beat And it beat again.
At the night, The rising rain
Into my palm, Into my face,
The rain is as beautiful Rain is about to smile.
Smile and laugh, The moon is shining.
The flowers, trees are shining To transfer Rain into a beauty.
Life as like to lead Imagine
I ensure, The rain has walk away
My pain, And birds are flying
Freely, I am walking, Composing a life I am listening to it .
I am dancing to it.
Rain is the Supreme truth
Pious love, Like the rain
The naked rain is Producing heat inside.
I have a sense of Flowers around the rain,
Happiness are synonyms. Poems around the rain
Happiness are synonyms.
Early afternoon The wind
Hit me. Dazzling rain.
Hit me. So beautiful.
I am hearing shrine. Rain is in rush.
Eager to meet life. Rain is true to me
Like ideas. The definition is the same
I am in process to Make the process
It is certain.
* * *
Wet city streets. The road curves south. Bleak and unhurried. Wipers peel away silver stripes and
the rain starts a new day. I had a thought, then laid it to rest. The rain falls again, a most welcome
guest. "God does great and unsearchable things, wonders without number." He gives rain on the
earth." In Job's mind, rain really is one of the great, unsearchable wonders that God does.
Is rain a great and unsearchable wonder wrought by God? Picture yourself as a farmer in the
Nanyuki, far from any lake or stream. A few wells keep the family and animals supplied with water.
But if the crops are to grow and the family is to be fed from month to month, water has to come on the fields from another source. From where?
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