B

When I first arrived in Tennessee

I was greeted by the rain

She hung around and made us welcome

Again, and again, and again!

Now as I view the evidence

Of what her daily presence brought about

I see the work of those nail-pierced hands

He planned it all, without a doubt,

The Honeysuckle vine, always on the move

Her perfume saturating the air

Her pale-yellow flower boldly appears

As she travels everywhere.

The Pear tree and the Dogwood

Hold a contest for their beauty

The hydrangea offers giant blooms

In colors to stagger my believeability.

This is just the beginning of learning

About this new land I’ve traveled to.

I have a God who anxiously awaits

To prove to me what else His rain can do.