Explore "The Big Fisherman" by Lloyd C. Douglas on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
It had rained steadily all night and was still hard at it when Jairus roused in the morning. He sat up in bed and frowned.
Ordinarily, Jairus would not have cared. Of complacent mind, it was his habit to accept all weathers without complaint. Besides, the country needed rain, for it had been the sunniest autumn that Galilee had seen for many years.