Rain, blessed rain at last. It's been a long dry spring and my garden and our animals (including the winged ones) have suffered through it. And now it's raining. The sheets pouring down just outside the window and the roar of thunder are welcome guests. I'm hearing drops hit the concrete at the bottom of the old chimney behind me.

Showers of blessing.

Some parts of my life have been a long drought. I have fought the weariness of it all and struggled to keep going. I've sometimes given up looking for God's hand in the circumstances and thrown my own up declaring "whatever!" Each time I bow low I learn I can bow lower. I need rain too Lord. Please send your showers to me, too.