RAIN DROPS.
"O mamma, how fast it rains! Do see those bright and sparkling drops, as
they fall so rapidly on the green walks and beautiful flowers! Just see
how revived that little fainting flower looks on the farther border. It
was but yesterday I thought it would die. It drooped its head as if to
avoid the rays of the scorching sun; but now it is as fresh as any on my
little bed. Who was so kind, mamma, as to send this gentle shower,
purposely, as I should think, to save my favorite flower?"
"'Favorite,' my child, did you say? I thought you loved them all."
"Oh, I do; but this one looked so sickly and faint, and I have watched
it so anxiously, that it really seems dearer to me than all the rest;
just as when we are sick, mamma, you watch us the more constantly, and
love us the more tenderly. But who did send the rain, mamma?"
"It was God, my child, who caused the gentle showers, not only to cheer
your heart, by making the little flower revive, but to bless all his
children. Have you forgotten your little verse, about God sending 'rain
on the just, and on the unjust?'"
"O no; I remember it well.
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