Watching it Rain

Early morning, sitting by the open window with my mom watching it rain. Nature is so busy, yet so peaceful. Ahhhhh. . . that's the life. Green is definitely my favorite color, and I have to stock up my soul with memories of green to take back with me.:) When it settled down to a sprinkle I went out to take pictures, and the words of this poem were running through my head. So here are my pictures and the poem.:)

I SAW GOD WASH THE WORLD

Bill Stidger

I saw God wash the world last night

With His sweet showers on high;

And then when morning came

I saw him hang it out to dry.

He washed each slender blade of grass

And every trembling tree;

He flung his showers against the hills

And swept the rolling sea.

The white rose is a deeper white;

The red, a richer red

Since Gold washed every fragrant face

And put them all to bed.

There's not a bird, there's not a bee

That wings along the way,

But is a cleaner bird and bee

Than it was yesterday.

I saw God wash the world last night;

Ah, would He had washed me

As clean of all my dust and dirt

As that old white birch tree!