It rained yesterday – the answered-prayer kind of solid, steady and even gentle rain that crops and children adore in equal measure.
As I listen to the sound of each drop on the tin roof where it resonates the loudest – in the back attic bedroom – I am minded of childhood cozy-under-the-blanket and splashing in the puddles times . . . of sprinting as if I could outrun each drop times . . . of water-filled laughing times . . . of quiet-talk lover times . . .
I love the rain – each has it’s own personality. I think of Singin' in the Rain, where the rain is a character in the dance.
But most of all, I thank God for these rains, these life-giving to dry and thirsty land rains.