Early Summer Rain

by Olivia
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The heat abates, the sun sinks low

Encouraging the cool to grow

Not cold, the warmth has brushed sun's set

But summer nights aren't sultry yet

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Deepening dark, a rising moon

Is hidden by the clouds and soon

I hear a distant rumble from

My room--a cozy place to come

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I watch my window keeping still

Ruffling curtain, wooden sill

Brightness! sudden lightning flash

I count and wait to hear the crash

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It wasn't long in coming though

And loud...it stirred the wind to blow

Expectancy is in the air

I sit up in my window chair

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A patter on the gutter now

I smile to hear and wonder how

To praise the One who calls the storm

To cease and then to come to form...

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I hear it softer--rain on grass

Again the thunder shudders glass

Lulling it murmurs on and on

Soaking into thirsty lawn

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I drift to sleep that deepens well

And leave the rain to wain and swell

By Gods direction through the night

I never leave his sovereign sight

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Dearer to me than e'er my breath

Caller of weather, life and death

My Christ gives rest under his hand

I wake to see His glorious land

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The sky is grey again today

I watch its beauty and I pray

And plan the day in great delight

For Requiem and candlelight

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My flowers are happy too, I think

I see them from my kitchen sink

As rain continues, nice it seems

On humid drafts, the Mozart streams

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Priidite floats now through the door

I sing along and scrub the floor

The housework of the afternoon

Is bettered by a choral tune

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The tasks are finished with a nod

My spirit is at peace with God

The grey requests a pot of tea

And with a full heart I agree