It’s not a curse, it’s a blessing
That falls all winter longIt taps a winter melody
That bids me sing along
I know that some decry the rain
Complaining bitterly,
But I love hearing that old song
That it’s singing for me.
So hide beneath your umbrella
While I turn up my face
And thank the Lord for the new blooms
That will soon take rain’s place.
Acts 14:17
Yet he has not left himself without testimony: He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy.”
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