Rain

Let the rain kiss you.

Let the rain beat upon your head

   with silver liquid drops.

Let the rain sing you

   a lullaby.

The rain makes still pools

   on the sidewalk.                    

The rain makes running pools 

   in the gutter.

The rain plays a little sleep song

   on our roof at night.

And I love the rain.

  (Langston Hughes, April Rain Song)

Last night the rain began, one of those "soft soakers", and it was still raining this morning. So I walked around the yard to take pictures of what the rain was doing, part of the "embroidery of the earth", a description of nature that a friend shared with me this week.

 

                                                    Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving;

   Sing praise upon the harp unto our God:

Who covereth the heaven with clouds,

Who prepareth rain for the earth,

Who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.

(Psalm 147:7,8)