DIDN'T IT RAIN, CHILDREN

The lyrics to the old song by Roberta Martin keep running through my mind and I can't help but sing:

Didn't it rain, children

Talk about rain, oh my Lord

Didn't it fall, didn't it fall

Didn't it fall my Lord

Can't you just hear Mahailia Jackson singing in the background.

I look for blue up above and all I see is grey, not even a gathering of clouds, just grey skies.

Every morning for a week now I have gotten up to see and hear a downpour. Here you can see the run off is tapering down some but it continues to rain a misty spritzy steady dampness in the air.

The French drain in the front of the house is filled to overflowing. It's job is to take the water away from the front of the house which is lower than the road out front and send it to the end of the house and around in the drain to the back where is can continue on down to the creek. But every morning it has been overwhelmed because the ground just can't absorb it fast enough.
I'm singing all the rain songs I can think of, because I don't have the authority to turn the sprinkler off.

It looks like one of the effects of the rain is to bring down the leaves. I guess I can add Autumn Leaves to my repertoire of rain songs.

We learned a new song in choir at church that seems to be timely. It is based on Isaiah 55:10-11.

Let the Word of the Lord fall like the rain,

let it nourish our hearts while our spirits remain

in the warmth and the glow of God's glory and power,

let it fall like the rain in our worship this hour.

Words and music; Stan Pethel