08/17/2026
🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟The Rain.🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
If you’re standing here in your dry season and you’ve done the work. You’ve kept your faith. And still the ground under your feet has cracked open like it forgot what water was.
Hear me: the rain will come.
Not because you begged for it. Not because you earned it on a Tuesday morning. It comes because that is what rain does. It has never once asked the field for permission. Your drought is not a verdict. Your drought is a date on a calendar, and the calendar keeps turning.
But understand this — the rain waters the plant. It falls on everything, and only what is planted drinks. The rain cannot help concrete. It cannot help the seed still sitting on your shelf, safe and dry and going nowhere. So while you are waiting, get in the ground. Get rooted. Do the unglamorous work in the dark where no one is applauding, because when the water finally comes, it will only find you if you’re already there.
And then — the plant will grow.
Slowly. Quietly. In ways you will not be able to see on the days you most need to see them. Nobody has ever watched corn get taller. You stand over it, you stare, you complain that nothing is happening — and then you turn your back for three weeks and it is over your head. Growth does not perform for the impatient. Stop measuring yourself daily. You are not behind. You are underground.
And then — the plant will be harvested.
Your season of being gathered is coming. The thing you built in obscurity will be needed. Somebody will show up looking for exactly what you spent all those quiet years becoming, and you will not have to explain yourself, because the fruit will speak. That is what harvest is. It is the moment your private work becomes public bread.
And then, listen — the season will change.
That word is for two people in this room.
If you are in the drought: it will not stay. Hold on. And please Hold on.
And if you are in the harvest, standing in the midst of your best year, arms full: it will not stay either. So be humble. Be generous. Share what you’ve gathered while you have it, because the one you feed in your abundance is the one who will carry you in your winter.
The rain is not the reward. The harvest is not the reward. The turning is the whole thing. It means nothing is final — not your failure, not your success, not your worst month, not your best.
So plant something today. Plant a seed today. Plant a seed of generosity, a seed of kindness, a seed of Love, a seed of Peace. Even in the dust. Even with cracked hands and no cloud in the sky.
Because the rain will come.
It always comes. And when the rain comes, the season will change.
Because the rain 🌧️ Always Comes.
