O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,God's Gift of Rain" a few years ago. Read more about the Blessings of Rain in my musical photo essay on HubPages.
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.