My neighbor says we haven't had rain since September.
The howling winds and dry tinder box of grass have spread fires across more than one million acres in Texas.
This afternoon's skies were streaked with a smokey haze from some distant inferno.
Texans have lost homes, barns, cattle, sheep, goats, deer, quail,and fences.
Recovery will be long and slow.
Most of our 450 acres is thigh high dead dry grass,
tumble weeds, and leftover sunflower stalks.
I've been out there,
singing rain songs.
"It's beginning to rain, rain, rain,
Hear the voice of the Father.
If you're thirsty and dry,
Just look to the sky,
It's beginning to rain."
(I get far away so human ears don't have to hear me!)
Snyder folks are meeting daily at the courthouse,
uniting in prayer for rain.
Prayers are for our own repentance as well as our country's.
Prayers remind the Father that this is His creation,
and His creation needs help.
"Have mercy on us, O, God"
Several in the group bring open umbrellas as an act of faith.
Ask the LORD for rain in the springtime;
it is the LORD who makes the storm clouds.
He gives showers of rain to men,
and plants of the field to everyone
Yesterday evening we could see some storm clouds
and could smell the freshness.
We talked to the clouds,
"Come on Rain. Come on Down."
Not yet. Not yesterday. Not today.
But it's coming.