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.
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.
Delores Brouillette Adams