The earth has drunk to saturation
The thirsty soil is quenched at last.
Hard packed ground becomes soft, yielding.
The mighty trees breathe a sigh of ecstasy.
Grass, scorched and brown, brings forth tender shoots.
So much abundance.
Moisture seeps down deep.
It runs in channels seeking lowly places.
The humble receive first.
Air, cleansed by the torrent,
Becomes fresh, invigorating.
Enhancing lungs that stand inhaling.
Even so shall it be
When the full spirit of the Lord descends
To encompass the earth at His return.