Poetry

Who Can Know the Rain

by Darna Bedwell Gutter
06/19/19
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Who can know the Rain as it showers and sometimes pours down from the heavens; its nourishing essence upon every green thing that thirst for water.  Upon trees, flowers, plants and crops; causing seeds to blossom and awaken unto their own reality.  

Who can know the Rain?  This bountiful treasure sent to quench the thirst of man and beast, fowl and fish.  

Who can know the Rain?  Ushered in by the voice of God's thunder and clasps of lightnings that release this treasure upon a thirsty earth.  

Who can know the Rain as it washes pollutants from the air; cleansing the oxygen, that invisible essential that refresh and revives our being.  

Who can know the Rain?  It washes the minds of men if we would but tune in - to it's divine frequency that transcends the stress and worries of the day; to induce relaxation upon us.  

Who can know the Rain?  A force of nature capable of enforcing God's flood of wrath.  But also empowered to quench the flames of fire!  

Who can know the Rain that washes away the dirt and grime accumulated daily.  That rescends the vapors of despair and foul odors from the trenches of life.  

Who can know the Rain without which the earth would be barren and desolate.  Although it can incite both fear and pleasure; nevertheless it is a treasure sent by God; without which we would cease to exist.  Oh how perfectly lovely is the Rain.  

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