It started to rain this afternoon, adding to the pleasantness of the day.
It’s been raining off and on for several days now, which is absolutely beautiful. Rain gives a specific atmosphere, and the smell is divine and unlike any other. If there was a perfume that smelt like rain, I’d be buying it. Rain is kind of a romantic event for some, but I just think that many happy memories, for me, have been made in the rain, romantic or otherwise. Bottom line is, it brings joy to many.
Here’s the thing, though: I wear glasses. So despite my love for rain, the fact is that if I walk in it, I won’t be able to see, regardless of whether my glasses are on or off. This is a fact I don’t know how to accept, because walking in the rain is all kinds of spectacular. It’s soothing and dramatic and emotional and awe-filled. It gives you a sense of who God is, and brings alongside it this appreciation and gratitude that I don’t really know how to describe.
Between the ages of thirteen and eighteen, I was living on a property outside of a town and we heavily relied on rain, because we had water tanks and it was our only way of having running water. One year we had a particularly dry season, and things were harder than usual because we had to spend a lot of money on buying water. Seriously; buying water. Something that others had in abundance was something that we didn’t have that much of. That season, I learned what it literally meant to have a two minute shower.
And then something amazing happened. It started to rain. Really, really, really heavily. While we were on holidays. We got back home, and things were flooding. Our grass had a layer of water sitting on top because there was so much water it couldn’t absorb it all. Our dam, which had been previously dried out, was overflowing into the paddock next to it, and into every rabbit hole imaginable. Our two water tanks were overflowing, and water was streaming down the tiny hill that stood between the water tanks and our clothes line.
It was an amazing moment.
There was also this other time when I had been having not a very good day, and I walked outside and sat down on these cold concrete steps by the laundry, and it was raining. And it fed my spirit in ways I can’t explain. God really used the rain and other people that day to speak to me. To this day, I have no idea why it was a bad day; I only remember the miracles of the weather.
Rain is a gift. And I cherish it. It speaks in ways that other things can’t. And so I declare myself, just as most people living on this planet do, a lover of rain. I’m not going to pretend I’m unique in this view. Instead, I stand with thousands of others who, when it starts to rain, something in their spirit shifts and gives a little cheer.
Enjoy the weather, fellow rain-lovers. I hear you.