The last time we've had rain in this part of Ohio was May 16.
Out at the farm, the worry and big topic of conversation from the customers has been rain. "Do you think it's gonna rain soon?" When do you think it will rain?" "If it doesn't rain soon, will you have corn by the 4th of July?" We get our sweet corn from a farmer five miles down the road and at this point he is mildly concerned about making the 4th of July date.
Yesterday Mother Nature blessed us with a day of rain. How glorious to smell the rain come in, to feel those first gentle drops, to hear the pitter patter on the farm stand roof, to see the dry, dusty dirt change to dark and wet. One could almost hear the plants saying, "Aaahhhhh" and the rest of us who have been hoping for rain, a big collective, "Yes!"
The Rain Upon The Corn
How sweet the music of the rain,
At evening or morn,
When clouds with trails that reach the ground
Pass o’er the fields of corn.
Man’s work is done. The toiling days
Of heat and anxious care
Are ended, and the falling rain
With music fills the air.
How long and hard the fight since first
Was turned the lifeless sod,
Since first the harrow surged its way
To pulverize each clod,
How long since planting of the seed,
The sacrifice each morn,
To keep the weeds from growing where
Now stands the field of corn.
Out from my window to the fields
I cast a grateful eye,
I see the raindrops falling down
From out the cloudy sky,
And as they fall upon the fields
New hopes in me are born,
For plenty dwells when July rains
Fall on the fields of corn.
~ Ed Blair
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