A time for rain

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

That passage comes from Ecclesiastes 3, and is rather deep and meaningful for a post in which all I really wanted to say was "I'm so glad that it is finally the time for rain!" After six months of summer, it is oh-so-refreshing. (The Seekers' tune for the above passage has been playing through my head all day, so I thought I'd include the text on the basis that God has a time for everything, including rain, even if it does seem a bit slow in coming, to our way of thinking).