Thursday, April 20, 2017
The Blessed Rain
The Blessed Rain it falls like Grace,
Without regard to wealth or race ...
Friends and family tire, I think, of hearing me remind them of the blessings of rain. But I can't help it. I've always loved the rain, but after living in the Sonoran Desert for over four years, the blessings of rainfall are more resplendent than ever. When the monsoon season arrived, I would sit out on our patio with each Blessed Rain. I still do. Here in the Ozarks, now, after a half-day deluge, the foliage is absolutely dazzling!
You can listen to the song "We Were Sleeping," which contains those lines, HERE.
May we always feel blessed by rain and, perhaps, let our Love fall like the rain, with grace, and without regard for wealth or race.