Rain falls,
Bringing with it the storms.
The storm is loud,
wild,
fearsome and scary.
But I do not seek to
be focused on the storm.
Instead I look towards
the promise of hope
that comes in the rainbow.
I wait for the
fresh, washed clean scent
that comes when the storm clears.
I know that after the storm
is the promise of renewal.
For even the earth
can not live with out water
to nourish it.
Thus I can not live
with out Your Holy Breath
and life giving water.
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