Rain, Rain, go away

My heart could break from the ironic twist of nature.

Not enough rain brought hand wringing anguish and the tears that were shed were not enough to grow a blade of grass.

Now there is so much rain and there is no where for it to go and this rain is matched only by the tears it triggers from frustration and loss.

Shift your thoughts to our land and all that inhabit it. 
Send it and all its residents hope and love and strength.

There is an Islamic expression that God sends an angel with every rain drop. 
We need an army of angels right now.