But after a time the clouds lessened and the first chinks of light tore through the darkness to bless the ground, the sodden plants, the shivering animals and sheltering insects. The rain became friendly, falling softly and though it looked like ordinary rain some of the drops were wisdom from above.
Drip - If I speak in the tongues of men or angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
Drop - If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.
Splash! - If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Splish! - Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres
When sky once again was blue. the clouds a memory only and the ground had that sweet smell of early spring washed clean - the people wandered outside to touch where the rain had fallen as if waking from a long dream that was kissed with a darkness only pure love could shake from their backs.