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Deluge

Deluge

Streams of rain beating upon the rooftop in steady rhythm 
Spilling over gutters and chiming along in song

Then suddenly the beat relents and tinkling drops dance
And the pitter-patter upon the pavement is music to refresh the soul

It builds steadily louder and louder as the streams pour down
Wave after wave the crescendo rises and falls overtake the tinkling tune

In the distance the hills glisten gold against the brilliant blue sky 
Through streams poured out from billowing dark clouds looming overhead
Juxtaposed light and dark, brilliant and deep, stillness and movement – a beautiful thing 

The calm, the quiet, the sun’s rays glistening on wet leaves and puddles everywhere
Fresh - Serene - Abundant - Washed clean
Drip drop, drippity droppity
As the birds begin to sing


(Just sitting here in the living room of our not so new home and still appreciating God's perfect provision for us, able to take in the whole northern skyline through the lovely glass wall, experiencing the rain and the view and overwhelmed by God's goodness to me. It is the little things in life, truly.  Happy Sunday friends - may you see His perfect provision for you - wherever you are!)

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