It's been raining since Friday. Today is Monday. Society tells me that I should find this depressing, that this is supposed to suck, but it doesn't. I love this. Rain is refreshing. Rain is calming. Rain is the reminder of a promise (okay, well technically its a rainbow, but the rain has always reminded me more of Noah and the flood than any rainbow will). Rain is great at making you slow down and stop all your craziness.
When I was little I told myself that when it rained that meant that God was really sad about something so he was crying a lot. Seeing all the unrest that's happening in the Middle East and Africa right now that theory could hold. If all were watching all that crap happening to my creation I'd probably cry for four days straight and counting too. But of course 6th grade science taught me that rain just means there was too much moisture accumulated in the atmosphere. Thank you 6th grade science for ruining my innocent childhood imagination.
But rain isn't sad. It brings life. In drought stricken areas people have gods that they worship that are devoted to rain. Rain is everything. Rain is life. We're all here complaining about how we can't go outside and hike and are forced to sit around and watch Netflix all day, but imagine if you lived in equatorial Africa where it hasn't rained in months? You would probably be dancing in the streets for four days straight.
Sometimes I honestly don't know where my mind goes with these things, but I do know that I'm thankful for rain. I'm thankful that it waters my garden for free, that it washes my car, that it allows me to slow down, that it cools the air, that it makes the plants for green. I'm thankful that the Lord gifted us with something as powerful and equally life giving and destructive as rain. Water from the sky.
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