The Wafting of Blessings

They came softly like long-needed rain into the hot dry night, warmly like the scent of freshly baked bread. My arms were outstretched and in they feathered like birds onto my open palms. I opened the windows of my soul and looked outward for relief and in the night they wafted, wafted, blessings wafted silently, silently into my yearning soul.