A Walk In The Rain
The weather this week has been perfect for walks-- a crisp, light freshness to the air, the leaves on the cusp of change. So gentle after the long suffocating heat of summer.
I enjoyed my walk. The neighborhood blanketed me with quiet, providing the gurgle of drainpipes on houses and the soft hiss of misting rain as nature's melody. Peace enveloped me, and I found myself remembering a day in my fifteenth year when friends and I walked downtown and got caught in a downpour. Rather than duck for cover, we danced through the streets singing silly songs like:
We laughed out loud and called to people on their porches, announcing the obvious, "It's raining!"
Where did that girl go? Somewhere along the line I began to worry about the delay rain caused in traffic or what it was going to do to my hair. Rain is a blessing from God, and I tend to forget that crucial point, but I'll bet our farmers don't.
I heard a woman speak once about the shifting seasons and the weather. She reminded us that above the rain clouds, the sun still shines. A simple thought, but one I never truly considered before I heard her speak that day. Today, of course, I didn't mind that the sun hides behind the clouds. The cool breezes and tiny droplets of life didn't dampen my spirits but lifted me in joy.
Where have you found joy among the clouds?