Here’s a poem from the book “Streams in the Desert” by L.B. Cowman that I would like to share.


Rain, rain,

Beating against the pane!

How endlessly it pours

Out of doors

From the blackened sky-

I wonder why!


Flowers, flowers,

Upspringing after showers,

Blossoming fresh and fair,


Ah, God has explained

Why it rained!

Thank God for the rain!