Rain, rain Beating against the pane! How endlessly it pores Out of doors From the blackened sky-- I wonder why! Flowers, flowers, Up springing after showers, Blossoming fresh and fair, Everywhere! Ah, God has explained Why it rained!
You can always count on God to make the " afterward" of difficulties, if rightly overcome, a thousand times richer and fairer then the forward. "No chastening ... seemeth joyous ... nevertheless afterward ... " What a yield !
By Streams In The Desert