THE RAINS

“He will come to us like the rain, like the spring rains that water the earth.” — Hosea 6:3 (NIV)

I have come to realise that life in itself has several seasons tucked within it — moments of abundance and moments of lack, times of joy and times of waiting. One of the most popular and hope-filled seasons, especially for farmers, is the rainy season.

For those with crops in the field who depend on the rains, nothing excites them more than the sound of distant thunder or flashes of lightning splitting the sky. To the ordinary eye, it may look like chaos, a storm about to disrupt peace — but to the farmer, it is a melody of hope. However heavy the downpour or fierce the storm, their happiness is rooted in one thing: the rain means life. It means their seed will not die out, their labour will not be in vain, and their harvest is on its way.

Beloved, our walk with God often mirrors the farmer’s journey. There are seasons when our “fields” — our dreams, families, ministries, or businesses — seem dry and lifeless. We may have planted in faith, but the waiting season stretches longer than expected. It is easy to grow weary, to question whether God still remembers the seed we buried in tears. Yet, just as the farmer doesn’t give up when the clouds delay, we too must wait with expectancy — for God is faithful to send the rain in due season.

The rain, though sometimes inconvenient and messy, is necessary. It softens the ground, awakens buried seeds, and refreshes what had begun to wither. In the same way, the “rainy seasons” of life — those moments when everything seems overwhelming or uncertain — are often the very times God waters our souls, renews our faith, and prepares our harvest.

We must remember that the rain may come with thunder and lightning — divine interruptions, unexpected shifts, or even storms that test our faith. But behind it all, God is at work. He knows exactly how much rain your field needs. He times it perfectly so your seed won’t drown or dry out, but thrive.

So, when the skies darken and life feels unsettled, don’t run for cover too quickly.

Sometimes, that storm is not to destroy you — it’s to grow you. It’s God’s way of saying, “I haven’t forgotten what you planted.”

Let every drop remind you of His faithfulness. Let every rumble of thunder echo His promise: “In due season, you shall reap if you do not give up.” (Galatians 6:9)