Rainfall
Clarity comes after the rain,
Beauty dismounts off of the rolling storm clouds,
The washing of the rain cleanses the dirt,
Color is magnified in the glimpses of the water cascading off,
The green is highlighted, the pinks accentuated.
Your flowers, your garden, your woods,
Displaying the heart of your creativity.
The fog carries a mystery that charms your audience,
You delight in the simplicity of life.
The birds flying from one branch to the next,
The monkeys chewing on their fruit,
The deer frolicking across an empty field.
Your breath evident in every little detail,
Carrying your life and shining your glory.
When your children take moments to get caught up in You,
The blessings you carry out to the very speck of dirt caught on the shoes.
Noticing the wrinkle in the skin,
The clusters of freckles peeking through.
Each and every leaf sharing lines of life like a wrinkle,
And the rocks scattered across the earth, random-like, clustered like the freckles.
The details of nature, are only mirrors of the details of human creation.
The Father is a father of details.
He is into the little things,
As He is the potter, he refines his makings into perfection.
It takes storms in nature to bring nourishment and growth,
And this need in nature is mirrored in the hearts of humans.
The Father uses it to turn it for good, and for His glory.
In the valley, on the mountaintop,
He is refining his creation to the piece of pottery He has sketched.
