A Good Rain.

Last night I woke unexpectedly and got up to listen to the rain.

All the world was still before You, and the rain seemed to hit my windows in whispers,

You are good, You are good, You are good.

I have heard it said the rain falls on the wicked and the just. Yes, it must be true. 

In the midnight downpour, all nature turns it attention to You.

The grass stands tall, the trees shake off dead leaves, the sky stretches itself out in abandon, 

singing,

You are good, You are good, You are good.

You are. 

So good.