Written November 15, 1954 at age 60

Our Winter left us little snow;
Spring rains did not come near.
Some farmers wept and wailed that woe
Would soon fulfil their fear.

The months rolled on; the clouds rolled by
With not a drop to spare.
Yet harvest--time left crops piled high,
And joy was everywhere.

As Fall days slowly ebbed away,
With drouth still hov'ring near,
There came at last a rainy day
That filled all hearts with cheer.

The earth soaked up the gentle rain;
The gentle rains come first;
For God decrees that all is gain,
With wastefulness accursed.

And many days of drenching rain,
With hours of sunshine, too,
Brought forth to all a timely gain;-
God's promises are true.

Why is it, at the gloomy brink,
So many think DESPAIR ?
Why don't they simply stop and think
That God is everywhere ?

This gentle rain, this timely gift;
What more does man desire ?
Our FAITH in God supplies the 'lift';
God knows what we require.