83 days and no rain ( so a prayer)

From William White pulitzer prize winner

O Lord in Thy Mercy grant us rain…

O lord in thy mercy grant us rain and by that we don’t mean a shower. We want to go out and watch the lightning rip across the sky in hot blue forks as the fat clouds roll in on us. We want to hurry home to close the house with the first fat drops the size of marbles, on a suddenly rising wind, chasing us and plunking on the car hood. We want to scramble all over the house just as the first sheets descend frantically slamming down windows.

O Lord of Hosts, we want to look out of the windows and watch the regiments of close-packed raindrops march diagonally down. We want to hear the gurgle under the eaves and then the sputter of the down spout.

God of Israel, Issac and Jacob, let it come down so hard that the streets and sidewalks seem covered with a six-inch fog of spatter drops. Then let it just keep up for a while, then begin to taper off, and then turn right around and get a lot worse, swishing, pounding, spattering, pouring,drenching the thunder coming–crackity-bam–and the lighting flashing so fast and furious you can’t tell which flash goes with which peal of thunder so that all the women will get scared and climb on top of the beds and scream at you not to get too close to the window.

And then O jealous God, repeat the whole act about three times and in the middle of the second time, we will climb the attic stairs and put the wash pan under the tiny leak in the roof which usually you can’t even notice in an ordinary rain. And after a couple of hours kind of let it taper down, O Lord, to a good steady rain–not a drizzle, but a business like one-- that keeps up until just about dawn and then spits a few drops occasionally during the morning from a gray sky.

Oklahoma is indeed the Promised Land, O Lord, and if it gets a break it will flow with milk and honey. But we can’t live much longer on promise. So in Thine own way and in Thine own time, make up Thy mind O Lord, and we will bow before Thy judgement, and praise Thine ever lasting name.

Amen, brother, Amen!

I don’t usually bump my own threads after only one reply but for this one I am going to make an exception.

You know you guys down there have been in my thoughts, aha. I was raised on a farm and know how hard it is to watch the green go brown. 83 days is just…too much. Inexpressibly too much :frowning: