June 10, 2012
Praise
The little rain
Makes a sound
As it joins together
And comes from the heavens.
It is the applause
Heard across a vast auditorium.
But much grander,
It is the sound
Of creation,
Clapping its hands
In praise
To our Great God.
The background splash cymbal
Sounds for effect.
The droplets
From off the roof
Play an intricate tattoo
On the inverted bucket below.
The clapping sinks
And swells,
As wave upon wave
Of memories
Of the greatness of
Our good God
Come to mind.
Our God has brought again the
rain!
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