After a couple of days of fun with my dear friend Kristen and an afternoon of volunteering at the library, I was resting in our big orange chair. I looked out the window and squinted…is it raining? No, I decided, it isn’t. A few minute later, I heard it. I stood up and took in the scene. And then…the thunder. Oh my.
Everything is wet. The streets, the dog and his owner walking outside, the porch railing. I can hear it. The cars going through puddles, the thunder rumbling, the rain falling, my heart beating.
I stand, arms open wide, at the window. Praising the Father. What a gift! I rejoiced, thanking Him for this gift. Not just because Colorado is (perpetually) dry and thirsty for rain, or because it gives me a (silly) excuse to stay inside and write instead of get the mail, but because I love it.
The sounds, the sights, the emotion. The wetness, the peace, the cloudy skies. This is joy for me. This beauty is a precious gift from above. It is my God singing joy and cleanness and all things new over me. Oh! The goodness! The grace! The rain!