When it doesn't rain

Life is so confusing sometimes it is so beautiful
But often times trials hide each bit of light.
When I can’t see the sun through a stormy shroud,
I wonder am I hidden from the sun’s sight
Or is the aim to cover it from mine.

You see, when it fails to storm
And rain ceases to water my life
I become as the ground, hard, dry, and cracked
All from lack of any difficulties
Then when they finally do arrive
The rain all washes away
Draining down my hardened soul
Unable to do me any good
Running off instead of soaking in

The warning of droughts which bring
Quick coming floods don’t frown upon
Hardship and trials Be grateful for wet trail rides