The rain is pouring down,
After a long, dry spell;
I watch the trees dance,
They love the rain so well.

The flowers gulp the water,
As they quench their mighty thirst;
Blooms will once again abound,
But the needed water first.

Grass will again turn green,
Mowers will once more run;
Children cavort in the showers,
They think the rain is fun.

The Lord heard our prayers,
Farmers will give thanks;
Rain will wet their fields,
Rain will fill their tanks.

Lord, we thank You for the rain,
And the sun that will come;
But, most of all, Our God,
Thanks for sending Your Son.

©2005 - Sandra S. Oidtman