Emphasis Preaching Journal

For months the land and people had been at the mercy of the hot sun. There had been no rain, hardly a cloud. The ground had cracked open under the heat. Plants withered and died. Even the stoutest tree showed signs of suffering in this drought. One day the people awakened to an overcast sky. The morning was gripped with expectation. The leaves of the plants seemed to turn up, like hands begging for mercy. The cattle seemed restless. Everyone peered out the windows oftener than usual. Then it came. First, drop by precious drop; then a long, soaking rain.