There has been a long dry spell and the souls of many are arid for lack of spiritual water. Long have they thirsted for redemption and peace. Now as the dark clouds form over many lives, some say the gloom is for judgment, but lord we know the truth of the things you speak, for all things there is a season. Now after the trials have passed and the valley is forgotten, the high mountains beckon. Let now fall your blessings and pour out your mercy. Let the weary soul be lightened from the burdens that they have carried. Let your blessings fall in mighty showers, let them come down beyond our ability to contain them. As spring waters over flow the banks of rivers and return soil to infertile fields. Let you grace fall upon us and revive green pastures. Oh lord, please gives us the latter rain.