The dew drops collect

and willingly the clouds receive them.

The clouds grow with outstretched arms

Like worries they build.

Their billowing beauty is seen from a distance

but the clouds are unaware.

Swelling under the weight

the clouds let go

and the rain falls.

It hushes the thirsty land.

Now weightless, free, the clouds

look down at beauty and growth promised.

They look up thankful, smiling at having purpose.

He covers the heavens with clouds, provides rain for the earth, and makes the grass grow in mountain pastures.

-Psalm 147:8