The Next Dry Spell

The rain is falling gently,
cleansing the air, the ground, and my soul.

I’ve just experienced an awfully dry season,
both inside and out.

I need nourishment that only a
cool, long drink of water can provide.

Slow, gentle drops, sinking in,
filling up my reservoir for the next dry season.

And so it is, Lord.

Digging deep,
I immerse myself in Your words.

I hang onto the last of a worship song,
offering up praise to You.

I hug my family and friends just a little tighter than usual
during our goodbyes.

Treasuring, storing, and preparing
for the next dry spell that shall surely come.

by
Delores Brouillette Adams