The farmer

Rain. Falling down on the harvester's grain. Falling down like the tears on his face. Ruined. He sat betrayed once more. By the crops he had nourished and cherished before. He tended and cared for each little sprout. Surely they would grow this time. He had little doubt. But the farmer soon realized this field was not where he belonged. He's belonged in the arms of his family all along. Entering the house with humble eyes. When he saw them he was filled with surprise. For his children he had nurtured were growing like weeds. And his wife was so happy she fell to her knees. At this point the farmer came to know. It was not crops he was meant to grow. His harvest, his crops. Were now his family, his wife. And he kept and tended to them for the rest of his life. The farmer grew old and his life came to an end. But his children kept on, and made their own families to tend. The farmer had taught his children the most valuable lesson. That out of everything in life family is the biggest blessing.