Along with the cheerful laughter of children, and the Holy Spirit-filled music of a congregation praising God, I think the sound of rain is one of the most wonderful sounds on earth! Whether it be the calm, soothing cadence of a spring shower, or the booming symphony of a torrential down pour; both are pleasing to my ear.
Rainy days of mist and drizzle are the perfect setting for cozy clothes, my favorite corner of the couch, and a good book. While outside, the gently falling drops seem to wash the ground and fill it with life. A soft, warm breeze rustles the newly sprouted leaves on the trees; and they appear to quiver with an excitement that mirrors mine. When the sun breaks through the clouds, and I see the hills dressed in glistening, fresh green; pathways dotted with puddles, and a rainbow-painted sky — it’s in moments like this — I hear the world whisper God’s blessings.
“You heavens above, rain down My righteousness;
let the clouds shower it down.
Let the earth open wide,
let salvation spring up,
let righteousness flourish with it;
I, The Lord, have created it.“
We all know that rain does not always come so peacefully. Sometimes, it comes with the crack and roll of a thunderhead. Massive gray billows, charged with electricity, blanket the sky. Minutes after they arrive, roadways may become rivers, and power outages common place. Perfect family-bonding weather, at least for my family; with everyone safe at home. I have great memories of playing board games and eating PB & J sandwiches by candle light, and nights falling asleep watching the lightning show outside my window.
I am constantly amazed and in awe of the raw power of a storm. As I watch and listen to it rumble across the horizon, I can’t help but think of how awesome our God is! He created these magnificent, uncontrollable, forces of nature; yet they are small and insignificant when compared to His infinite might!
“Summon Your power, God;
show us Your strength, our God, as You have done before.”
How thrilling it is!
“. . .His way is in whirlwind and storm,
and the clouds are the dust of His feet.”
The clouds are the dust of His feet!
I have never been one to shy away from a churning tempest. You will not find me quaking under my bed or in my closet, no — I’ll be on the front porch. The crisp smell of the rain hanging in the air, and the feel of the wind blowing across my skin, fills me with giddy anticipation and gives me goosebumps. Thunder and lightning enrapture me! If I were invincible, I would dance in a hurricane. I’m not really crazy, though. I know to be cautious and wise. It’s not like I want to be electrocuted.
When I see a storm coming or watch the rain fall, I do not look on it as the embodiment of trouble or sadness, as some people do. I am reminded of the cleansing of my soul. Simply, I see God.
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