After the rain the sun

A pleasant contrast to the last 48 hours. Still windy but not quite as wild, and drier.

I remember singing the title words when I was in the infants at school. Just looked them up online. And here is the whole hymn. I failed to see how we could do other than grow nearer the sky. The heaven metaphor totally passed me by. Loved singing the hymn though!

Glad that I live am I;
That the sky is blue;
Glad for the country lanes,
And the fall of dew.

After the sun the rain;
After the rain the sun;
This is the way of life,
Since the world begun.

All that we need to do,
Be we low or high,
Is to see that we grow
Nearer the sky.

by Lizette Woodworth Reese.