Summer Rain...

the days when we can feel the wrath of the Almighty's anger is called summer. For weeks and weeks, we feel the anger on our skin, and it would weaken us if not for the life giving nourishment we call water.

But you know his wrath has subsided when you see children playing in the afternoon sun, frolicking and having fun. But what's this? Something is amiss... The sun. She has gone. and has been replaced by the Almighty's tears. He weeps for his damned children. He weeps for the sinners who knows not of their sins. he weeps for all of us. His tears are what we call, Summer Rain.

Children and adults alike dance in the tears of the Lord. Upon seeing his children doing so, The Lord weeps harder, this time for his children's ignorance. As the writer looks out of her window, the children are unmindful of things going on in Heaven above. The smell of wet dirt lingers in the air. A smell that reminds one of simple childhood joys.

The Lord's weeping has slightly subsided. And he smiles down on his children. They are making the most of their lives, he realizes. And he decides to not condemn them. After all, they do not know what they are doing, as they dance around in the Summer Rain...