Raindrops
The raindrops strike me in multitude like each prayer thought that comes to, quick, many, never ceasing and each different in place as each is different for its prayer.
Lord the drops of rain around me are the prayers you hear. I could not keep up with the hundreds wetting me on hand, face, and body. You hear all of them individually and heed their requests, praises and needs.
William McNeil Howard, August 27, 2010