First the wind rising,
a whoosh in the tree tops
then buckets of big drop rain
soaking us with joy
from the wide arms of grace.
First the wind rising,
a whoosh in the tree tops
then buckets of big drop rain
soaking us with joy
from the wide arms of grace.
Made me smile big time!
Grace. What fell from the sky. Finally. There is nothing like no rain for a long time to finally come from the sky and soak us with joy. And the smell of the rain on the earth, Don. Better than any perfume.
I often think about the aerial voyage of a single drop of rain, from it’s possible beginning in some far off land or body of water, jet-streaming to here in Big Sky, falling gently on my cheek. No one knows whether it is a raindrop or a tear. Likely, no one even sees, let alone wonders. But I do.
Glad you are getting these buckets full of joy.
May this grace continue eastwardly downpouring on all that is parching.
Subtle & serene, Don… fun following your misting sibilants!
Beautiful!
Amen…and so well said. Thanks, Don.
My favorite rain…signifying change coming on winds of grace.
Yes, we also have been blessed with this grace. So welcome. Thanks for this moment of elation and gratitude.
Simply Glorious, as it moves across the country, arriving on the East coast very soon…….Blessings Abound……
Thanks for this Bucket of Joy, Don…