It’s (almost) my favorite sound in the world.
It’s happening as I write this.
I could listen to it all day and all night.
The sound of RAIN pattering on the roof.
[I get all goosebumpy (is that even a word?) when I hear it.]
RAIN speaks to quenching.
A parched soil.
A parched soul.
[Calm washes through my body, my spirit responding in kind.]
RAIN speaks to cleansing.
A mucky house.
A mucky heart.
[I peek outside, and can almost see the trees drinking it in.]
RAIN speaks to refreshment.
A weary world.
A weary body.
[The idea of a nap in the middle of the day sounds just about right.]
RAIN speaks to redemption.
A hopeless day.
A hopeless mind.
[A smile creeps to my lips, a glimmer of hope rising within.]
Thank you, RAIN.
I need you today.