This reading suggests a situation like that of a man sitting by a hillside garden, seeds planted, waiting for a nourishing spring rain.
The rain will come in its own time; you cannot make it come, neither by working nor by planning nor by wishing. The rain is needed to sprout the seeds to grow the food which you need to nourish yourself and your loved ones; but only through patience can you become the bridge between the fickle rain and the eventual harvest. Strength in a time of trial waits quietly, resolutely; weakness grows agitated, and leaves long before the harvest is in. Waiting periods become most fruitful when they are used for quiet contemplation.
