For the first time in a year, Elias sat perfectly still. He didn't look at the sky for clouds or check the soil for moisture. He simply stayed in the silence of his own helplessness.
A heavy drop hit his forehead. Then another. Within minutes, a deluge began—not a passing shower, but a deep, soaking rain that Oakhaven hadn't seen in a decade. It wasn't the result of his trenches or his frantic hauling. It was a movement of the sky that began only when he finally ran out of his own strength. stand still and let GOD move
An hour passed. The air, which had been stiflingly hot, began to shift. A low hum of wind stirred the dry leaves. Then, a scent hit him—damp earth and ozone. For the first time in a year, Elias sat perfectly still