The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected;
I have always considered the rain to be
healing–a blanket–the comfort of a friend.
Without at least some rain…I yearn
for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.
It’s apparent after yesterday’s post that I love everything about the phenomenon of rain–the sound of it, the sensual feel of it, the look of it, the smell of it. But when it comes to rain, it is not simply a love affair in the heart. It is a worshipful adoration I feel deep down in my soul. Especially after the long of absence of rain from my world, it is extremely comforting and reassuring to hear the “pitter-pattering” sounds of it falling on the ground, on the rooftop, on the window panes. Watching it makes me feel as though I’m witnessing, first hand, cascading miracles; listening to it washes through my being like a healing balm that quiets the disturbing sense of separateness from the sacred; the “sweet tears of heaven” cannot even be ignored in my sleep.
Praise the Lord! Autumn’s rain has furthered Spring’s promise. Rejoice. The evidence of God’s faithfulness has blanketed the land. Rejoice. God’s in His heaven and our Savior sits at His right hand. Rejoice. The Creator of heaven and earth adores and watches over all that He has made. Rejoice.
This is the day which the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. ~Psalm 118:24 ✝