Let it Rain

Here they come, the clouds that hover heavy over my heart. I can hardly bear it, this season of grief that returns uninvited year after year. I sit on the porch swing with a cup of warm tea seeking comfort in prayer.  The sky is dark, mirroring my heart. I utter softly, ” I wish it would just rain”. And then, almost as if my Father smiles and answers his yes to me, the rain begins to fall. Slipping on my shoes and grabbing my camera, I run outside. Face turned upward, I cannot distinguish my own tears from the soft rain. I feel cleansed inside and out, alive and loved.

I am grateful for the rain. Everything comes alive under the physical touch of God. I see him everywhere all at once. In the puddles that hold reflections of heaven and the flowers that cling to his touches.

Let it rain.

Isaiah 45:8 ~’ “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.” ‘