Rain pelted the rusty old tin roof
crystal rivers flowed down the cliffs
and formed a torrential downpour
that cascaded into a rapid stream
alongside the winding road-
twisting and turning winding its
way down-searching for the foot
of the hills from which it came,
seeking the end of its journey-
looking for a place to rest.
Lord, thank you for the rain!
LSCW
Dandelion Mist
“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.” Jim Elliot, Missionary
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