Nothing to Do With Bacon

Wed, 01/02/2013 - 19:29 -- cdy003

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DSome will choose to accuse the rain,
of being the cause for the drain,
of all semblance of fun from their lives,
like a band of disgruntled bees, uncontent to stay in their hives.
But when the excess turns to nothingness,
and the watery veil,
of which they had likened to hell,
is lifted,
and the rain, which they had so rashly dealt with hate,
begins to dissipate,
they groan in dismay, bemoaning their present state.
For their crops have all withered and dropped,
away and off of the stock,
of which the rain had before so amply replenished,
with the liquid needed to sustain life,
and assuage such strife,
as is now experiences by the few,
who have now all jumped up and left their pews,
with angry faces and jarring slurs,
of which they slough to the heavens,
while brandishing their weapons,
of hoes and ploughs.
For without the rain,
they are left to feel the pain,
of having to do work to no avail,
until the return of the watery veil,
which they had chosen to accuse,
for being the cause of their melancholy blues,
without having the realization,
that their continued sustaination,
depends upon the continuation,
of God's grace,
which they previously threw back in His face,
His works, their ungrateful complaints unwittingly dealt with disgrace,
for the which, His works He restrained,
seeing as how with no rain they should have no reason to complain,
knowing full well they knew not of what they were to face,
without the pouring out of His liquid grace,
in the form of starvation, dehydration.
But as they soon realized,
that their crop's demise,
was of their own devise,
their rash rage turned to cries so full of rue,
that upon hearing,
He could hardly keep from tearing,
as He listened to their piteous woes.
For His nature is not of the cruel kind,
and He would rather be of a mind,
to reward,
not treat with scorn,
and this being said,
He shook His great head,
and released with unabandon,
tears upon the land and,
smiled as they fell upon outstretched hands,
finally grateful for the rain,
which now joyously falls unrestrained,
nourishing as they once had,
giving life to the land,
drop by drop,
reviving the wilted crops.

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