It’s Raining Roses

It isn’t raining rain for me,it’s raining daffodils;
In every dimpling drop I see wild flowers upon the hills.
A cloud of grey engulfs the day, and overwhelms the town;
It isn’t raining rain for me: it’s raining roses down.
—Streams in the Desert

Lately God has given us so much rain where we live. It is greatly helping our drought, although there was flash flooding and damage to some homes. It’s so wonderful to see God refreshing the earth and replenishing our water supplies. I love the rain.

In life, God brings rain to our lives. But it’s raining flowers of priceless worth for us.

It isn’t raining afflictions for you. It is raining tenderness, love, compassion, patience, and a thousand other flowers and fruits of the blessed Spirit, which are bringing into your life such a spiritual enrichment as all the fullness of worldly prosperity and ease was never able to beget in your innermost soul.
—J. M. McC., Streams in the Desert