The sky is dark and gray in morning.

It rumbles and flashes to start our day.

Crystal drops, clear and clean

Fall fast and heavy on the stubbly parched brown earth.

It fills the plants with life, and us with hope.

Finally, finally, it is wet and cool.

The rain comes down loud and fast.

The sky is filled with lightening flash.

The air it rumbles, tumbles, growls.

Finally, finally, we see some green.

Finally, finally, we feel relief.

It’s too little, too late.

The corn has tasseled; July 4th has passed.

The farmers and fireworks vendors are sad.

And so are we.

But there is relief.

Thank You, God, for the rain.