Not only at the Forecast

There is something so healing about the rain.

It is as if the skies understand grief, and the thunder anger.

In its noise, it brings a peaceful silence to bustling activity.

In its chaos, beckons all attention, bringing lovely order.

In its quickness, it draws people inside to rest, to read, to bake.

And then we see.

We see that you are a God who hears your people-

You are a God who quiets us.

You are a God who captivates us.

You are a God who replenishes us.

Forgive us for wanting to be heard instead of to listen,

for being captured by vanity with a grip on our wealth,

for finding reassurance in work and deeds,

for complaining when it rains, longing only for the sun.

Teach us what nature understands full well.

Teach us to smile not only at the forecast, 

but at the work you are completing within:

the quiet, slow, and tedious work.