Hope In Answered Prayers

Puffy clouds lined the sky to the west,
As I walked through the pepper field.
The clods of baked dirt tumbled,
As I bent down and kneeled.

I said a prayer to the good Lord above,
Asking Him to please send His rain,
To water the crops and vegetation,
And provide sustenance and gain.

The blooms barely held to the plant,
Many lay on the ground from the heat;
My shoes felt like they come from an oven,
And quickly rose the temperature on my feet.

As I rose from my position,
More shadows danced from above;
The hope of His blessed answers,
Brought a smile for His wonderous love.

I walked to the end of the pepper row,
Taking a glance up into the sky;
A raindrop pelted my eyebrow,
And I immediately began to cry!

I praised and thanked the Lord,
For His every precious drop;
For the hope in answered prayers,
And the blessings of every crop!