Thankful for Rain

The last few years have been extremely dry and hot. Smoke, sometimes ashes falling out of the sky, and the whir of helicopters have become routine for the summer months. Evacuation is a possibility. It could be followed by bedbugs and other gross things, like itchy chicken blankets and allergy attacks.

The rains have come early this year. They fell in June, which is usually a giant blister on the calendar. Lots and lots of rain! The fields have become green and the trees have stopped crying. The air has cooled off, which is an especial blessing for a house with no AC or swamp cooler to speak of.

How I love the rain! I love the formations the clouds make. I love how it turns everything green and springy. The scent it brings is one of my favorite aromas in the world. Near the end of the monsoon season, the mushrooms pop out. Flowers bloom and return to life. Scorched skies are washed azure blue. Rain falls instead of ash. The water becomes sweet and cold, as if all the chlorine and bleach got purged.

The sun shines with more radiance than before. Everything glows and the wild rush of wind sends thrills through my being. Mists cast a fantastical spell on the forest that makes you wonder like a child again.

I'm so thankful for the rain, the mud, the drumming on the roof and the drip-drip into the mirror puddles soaking into the ground.

Rain is a beautiful thing. I'm so grateful to my Heavenly Father for sending it early, "good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over" this year.

Luke 6:38



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