I know the rain is coming. People with bad knees feel it in their bones. I get a sinus headache 12-24 hours in advance.
The water leaks out of the sky first like tiny droplets. Then rain pours down harder and harder, as if someone climbed on top of the roof with an endless bag of pebbles to drop on my back porch.
Thunder is my favorite- it comes from the deep recesses of the earth, grumbling and booming to make its presence known. I believe God orchestrates each rainstorm like a symphony- the rhythmic order of rain falling from the heavens harmonizes with thunder and lightning.
The wind sometimes contributes with a howl. Its a grand theatre of the dramatic right in my backyard. Then all is hushed and the show is over just as fast as it began. The musical numbers are all alike, yet never the same are they? It’s part of the allure in watching a thunderstorm- the familiar sounds mixed with the unknown of when each part takes a turn.
I smile with satisfaction at His creative genius, the One who controls nature. His fingerprints are every where to shout out the truth we all know-
God is more real than the rain He lets fall on our faces.
Grace upon grace,