Heaven's Answer
Cloudy skies,
Becoming
Darker and darker...black.
A single drop of rain
Splashing
On an upturned, weathered face.
Then another drop-
Then two, three and more.
Splashes by the hundreds
Falling,
Onto a pair of sunburned arms.
Two hands clasped
Pointing,
Towards a loving God in Heaven.
In his field of crops half-grown,
Kneeling
The planter reverently voices:
"Thank thee, my Father."
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