AFTER THE RAIN

For the beauty of the earth,
for the glory of the skies,
for the love which from our birth
over and around us lies,
Lord of all,
to thee we raise
this our hymn
of grateful praise.
...Folliot S. Pierpoint, 1864

Standing by an overflowing pond and listening to the sounds of nature after shooing away the baby chickens grouped around my feet, this verse was brought to mind.