Its Raining indoors and out.

There will be many rains outside.
The wind and rains of life.
Things that dont favor us.
The course of this world.
Rejection and pain.
Uncertainty.
Persecution and the disdain of your good works.

Hoist your umbrella; That Sheild.
Go home. Go in. Go Deeper.

There will be supernatural rain indoors;
in the secret place where God abides.
Put down your guard. Open up here. Its safe to be drenched.
Bask in it's fragrance.

The rains,
inside and outside,
will pour simultaneously.
The April Showers.

When we're in the Secret Place; under that Rain,
The other rains won't matter.
The Presence is a numbing agent to the pains of birthing.
After all, we're only giving birth, on this, a rainy day.

The Teacher says "April Showers." 
The class answers, "yes, but May has flowers!"

What will our fruit look like?
Will it not match our seeds?

Who will dance with you when you recieve the great harvest?
We'll all dance at the day of the feast. It's nigh approaching.
Do they really know how long we've waited?
Do they really know the cost of our seeds?
Even still, we'll all eat together in joy.
We'll know the price.
We'll eat, and be satisfied with fresh fruits of abundance.

Im welcoming the rains now.
Soon, Spring will come forth.
May is approaching.
The feast is being prepared while the rains continue to fall.

Some of our brothers have purchased new barrels.
The sister next door has enlarged her basket.
Dad is cleaning out the barn.
Pregnant women rejoice at every looming cloud.
This could be the greatest harvest yet.