Your favor will fall like rain upon our surrendered lives, like showers reviving the earth.
Every field is watered with the abundance of rain— showers soaking the earth and softening its clods, causing seeds to sprout throughout the land.
I will make it a wasteland, and no one will cultivate the land. It will grow only weeds and thorns! I will command the clouds and they will not drop their rain upon it!
The rage of a king is like the roar of a lion, but his sweet favor is like a gentle, refreshing rain.
Life-giving light streams from the presence of a king, and his favor is showered upon those who please him.