The sound of rain thunders in a different land; a far off land. There is no rain where I am. The sun beats down mercilessly on my exposed head. Sweat streams down my forehead and into my eyes. Tears come. Sweat and tears co-mingle and fall to the ground.
I hear the sound of the rain falling. My dry, cracked lips yearning for a drop. The salty tears and sweat just make my thirst unbearable. I sit on the baked earth, head bowed and eyes closed. The burning sensation comes instantly.
I have wandered from the fertile, lush, green land that was my home to this dry, barren unforgiving land. Will I find my way home? Or will I perish here? Will He stretch forth His hand and lift me up or will He allow me to suffer a little longer?
The truth is His hand is already stretched out and He is calling for me to take it. Some thing is obscuring my vision and there are disconcerting sounds drowning out His voice. I hear the sound of the rain falling...falling...falling...
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