Its 3am. Outside I hear an unfamiliar sound. At last after months of winter drought there is rain. It showers down upon the darkened roof, its music fills me with joy, the constant rate of downfall enough to suggest we will get relief today. So long have we worried, anxiety at its max, the neighbours forced to sell up after the bank foreclosed on their massive debts. We have survived by the skin of our teeth but I know that after today there will appear spring time life in the dust bowls that surround our homestead. I nudge my wife awake and together we listen to salvation. Today I may just stand out in the downpour, thank God for blessing us at this most desperate time.
springtime blessed rain
hope is eternal