The Message calls it parched land. Parched land that soaks up the rain. And I think of the Bible references to water, drinking of it and never going thirsty, being satisfied.
Some Christian song lyrics come to mind too, about blessings in raindrops/healing in tears, or Jesus bring the rain. Rain is a metaphor for hardship and trials.
Either meaning lends itself to this verse in Hebrews:
Land that drinks in the rain often falling on it and that produces a crop useful to those for whom it is farmed receives the blessing of God. Hebrews 6:7 (NIV)
I think of this year and my own trials, and I recall thanks for words that filled me during a slow season to nourish in the crunch–oh, my fountains are in You. And I recall the trial that assaulted daily, and the struggle against being choked bitter by weeds and thorns.
It was in the business of daily business–a bud arose from this ground. It makes me wonder, perhaps the production of a useful crop is the blessing of God? Perhaps.
Father, I’m thankful for these years studying your word, sitting with you in quiet times, learning more about you, your character, your love.