Unrelenting heat, record breaking temperatures, and drought. Stories of abandoned gardens, water rationing in the smaller towns and farmer's selling cattle because they have nothing left to give them. Everyone, exhausted.
My heart has ached for rain.
Funny, that He reminds us that will come to us like rain.
For the parched and battered souls... He will come. He pours His grace, washing anew.
Bringing to surface the beauty buried beneath the dust.
I'm thankful for rain.
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