When the sun was hidden and the wind stirred gently...then harder, the clouds darkened more,
and then, the rain came! It was a good rain; it came down hard, heavy and wind-swept, and at that moment, I thanked God for giving us this needed rain.
When the morning sun peaked through the clouds I watched as the day brightened, and how everything was lighter, brighter, refreshed and clean, then this poem by an American Poet came to mind and is quite appropriate on a morning like this. Induldge me, as I share this one with you. It is entitled, "I saw God Wash The World".
I saw God wash the world last night
With His sweet showers on high,
And then, when morning came, I saw
Him hang it out to dry.
He washed each tiny blade of grass
And every trembling tree;
He flung His showers against the hill
And swept the billowing sea.
The white rose is a cleaner white,
The red rose is more red,
Since God washed every fragrant face
And put them all to bed.
There's not a bird, there's not a bee
That wings along the way
But is a cleaner bird and bee
Than it was yesterday.
I saw God wash the world last night.
Ah, would He had washed me
As clean of all my dust and dirt
As that old white birch tree.
William L. Stidger