He knows when we need a drink to refresh our souls and He provides. Just last week I looked out across my pasture and saw the long spindly grass beginning to concede to its dry opponent. The blades were warped and twisted. The tips of the grass had begun to change from the rich, luscious, lively green to a dingy, lifeless brown. Soon, so very soon, life would be wrestled away from the once lively, beautiful covering and it would wither away into nothingness.
Today there is even more rain.
The pastures have returned to life. The dust of death is settling and life will go on. Perhaps you and I need to drink deeply of the water of life. You and I need so much and will accept so little. The farmer wasn't put out by the need to lay a few pipes or dig a few canals.