The clouds exhaled,
and the mountain received its breath.
Rain came down in silver needles,
beading the earth with crystal diamonds,
spilling grace across the mountain’s face.
I rushed home from work
and saw a stream cascading
down the mountainside as I arrived.
It glanced at me—
fluid, rhythmic, alive,
laughing as it ran—
a gift the rain had let loose
from the mountain.
The sight was a blessing in motion:
a stream of rushing water
breaking free from the rocks.
I felt streams of living water
running through me,
and I was thankful
for the abundance of rain poured out today—
a life-giving gift upon the earth.