The rain comes down steadily.
The three rouen ducks who have managed to survive coyotes over the years have taken their morning swim from the pond to the giant puddle in the front yard.
Steady soaking rain.
With moon beginning to wax, and temperatures forecasted to stay in the 50's over the next couple of weeks, I predict a thorough greening up of our little valley.
Makes me think of the hymn we sang in my childhood.
"There shall be showers of blessing.
This is the promise of love.
There shall be seasons refreshing,
sent from the saviour above.
Showers of blessing,
showers of blessing we need.
Mercy drops round us are falling.
But for the showers we plead.
There shall be showers of blessing,
precious reviving again.
Over the hills and the valleys,
Sound of abundance and rain.
Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need
Mercy drops round us are falling,
but for the showers we plead."
I can see you leading the music, Daddy and hear our voices ring out as Mom plays the piano.
Am thankful for sweet memories and for the rain! Little precipitation this winter means drought, and drought is awfully hard on our hay fields. Thank you God for the rain.
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What a lovely hymn. I am so very thankful for the much needed showers. I put some seeds in the ground before the rain, taking chances, hoping for the best.
I was happy to see the sun peek out when the downpour slowed down around sunset. Enough's enough.
I've always loved that hymn...I also have fond memories associated with it.
We had rain, as well, which was welcome. I wasn't quite as happy to see the snow, but at least it didn't stick for long. :-)
We were grateful for the rain, too. I was getting worried about the hay for next year.
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