Rains

Rajesh Kumar Ram on Aug 30, 2009

Tags: India, Monsoon, Rain, seed

Monsoon rains are the lifeline of Indian sucontinent! Without monsoon nothing is possible around here. Each year God faithfully sends rains to bless the people…

When the soul

Becomes weary,

When the land turns

Brown and dreary…

Dark clouds appear

Suddenly,

Bringing cool

Showers and hope,

For all family…

Sow the seeds,

Let them sprout

Don’t be weary,

Protect them from weeds

Provide they will

All our needs

God is faithful

He will not fail,

Seed time if now

We will reap the harvest

His love will prevail

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Ruby Hawk on Aug 30, 2009
A beautifully written poem.
Pratishtha s r on Aug 31, 2009
good work!
ashan1614 on Aug 31, 2009
You are so right. In all things, if we plant, God will give the increase. Well said.
Jane Jane on Sep 3, 2009
gives us hope..=)
maranatha on Sep 6, 2009
“Sow the seeds, let them sprout, don’t be weary”

I like this very much, and think it applies to much more than the monsoon season. Well done!
wonder on Sep 14, 2009
Soft and soothing. I feel it.
teddybear55 on Sep 21, 2009
a wonderful poem of God’s provision. He brings the rain and then he brings the harvest. God always provides for his children.

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