Has the rain a father, or who has begotten the drops of dew?

I hiked up my hood and wandered through the woods in the rain. It was lunchtime and I was in a rare outside mood. I am not an adventurer. I would rather wander through a good book, a piece of history, a piece of music or a person’s story than get dirty and lost on a mountainside.


There’s something soothing about walking in the rain when you’re wandering in the desert.
Behold I am making all things new.


”Let us know;
Let us press on to know the Lord,
His going out is sure as the dawn,
He will come to us as the showers,
As the spring rains that water the earth.”