Raining Prayers
(It is raining and I am walking in the wet grass, barefoot with the soft clover and gentle blades caressing my feet.)
I am praying in the rain. I praise you Lord. I pray Your prayer and I glorify You.
The rain drops strike me in multitude like each prayer thought that comes to me, quick, many, never ceasing and each different where they fall 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 head, face and body.
You hear all of them individually and heed their requests, praises and needs.