Speed of Water

For a brief moment this morning it wasn’t just raining. It was pouring outside….and I loved every

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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