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)

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