this not-so good weather

It rained all night
And all day.
It rains still.

Water has pooled in areas covering the yard.
It waits for an earth who cannot hold a droplet more.

This tiny boy, he says so much.

Before bed, he prays,

"Dear God,

Thank you for this day.

Thank you for this not-so good weather."

C and I giggle.

Then regain composure.

"Thank you for all that we need.

Help us to be kind

and share love.

Thank you for all these animals.

Heal Sissy up."

On and on he goes.

He amazes me.

He does.

Four years old.

This man is.

When he was sick with strep,

he prayed one night that Jesus would touch him

and heal him up.

His words.

Not mine.

So touching.

I love this little man so.

I do.