Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains. ~Henry Ward Beecher
The ground was parched. The thirst of the ground had not been quenched for some time. Crops were wasting away. Residents were praying for rain…a few might even have been performing rain dances at that point! We knew the rain was finally coming. We watched the sky in anticipation.
The clouds burst while we were visiting old (not as in age but in the amount of time we’ve known them!) friends and the drops pitter pattered atop the roof and danced among the trees. There is something incredibly soothing about sitting on a porch surrounded by mountains listening to the rain fall and watching the lightening zip through the air.
When the storm settled there, we left and drove through splatters of rain, mostly outrunning the storm. It caught up with us after we were nestled in bed at my parent’s home. When the rain started there it sounded like someone popped a giant water balloon over the tip roof. The soothing sound of the rain on the roof made for a night of wonderful sleep.
Though it poured most of the night, the downpour was apparently only enough to quench the earth’s thirst as there was no mud in the morning. The flowers, trees, and grass sparkled with water droplets. The sun bounced and cast an iridescent glow on the scattered drops. The earth rejoiced in it’s sustenance much like we do when we recieve the blessings in life that propel us to another day.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. ~Langston Hughes
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. ~Roger Miller
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. ~John Updike