Spring Rain

 There is something about the 

freshness in the garden-

 following a late afternoon

 downpour of rain.

Oh sweet lily of the valley.

 Then the soft glow of predusk light.

 Spring beds before they are 

completely filled in yet on the edges.

 The bright green of new leaf 

growth rimming the bushes.

 The brilliance of the Japanese maple 

before the heat browns the edges.

 Pots await planting 

in the next couple of weeks.

 Early weeds have been pulled-

 and this is the lull.

Miss Kim Lilac is 

full of blooms this year.
We shout for the glory of refreshing rain.

Psalm 65:9-13
Oh, visit the earth, ask her to join the dance! Deck her out in spring showers, fill the God-River with living water. Paint the wheat fields golden. Creation was made for this! Drench the plowed fields, soak the dirt clods With rainfall as harrow and rake bring her to blossom and fruit. Snow-crown the peaks with splendor, scatter rose petals down your paths, All through the wild meadows, rose petals. Set the hills to dancing, Dress the canyon walls with live sheep, a drape of flax across the valleys. Let them shout, and shout, and shout! Oh, oh, let them sing!