I love the rain.
I used to go out in the midst of a downpour and get absolutely soaked, dragging along siblings or friends or whoever else would join me to get as wet as possible - chilled to the bone and having a blast - then warming up afterwards with a hot shower, dry clothes, and a cup of hot chocolate.
I smiled to myself today as I heard shouts of children playing down the street.
What a privilege to overhear their wonder at the world around them.
Stresses crowd in...so much to do...the world gets complicated and then the pattering of rain comes gently on my roof in the middle of the night, a simple song to woo my heart away from striving and instead to rest in the re-discovery of beauty and the Artist's hand from whence it comes.
I used to go out in the midst of a downpour and get absolutely soaked, dragging along siblings or friends or whoever else would join me to get as wet as possible - chilled to the bone and having a blast - then warming up afterwards with a hot shower, dry clothes, and a cup of hot chocolate.
I smiled to myself today as I heard shouts of children playing down the street.
What a privilege to overhear their wonder at the world around them.
Stresses crowd in...so much to do...the world gets complicated and then the pattering of rain comes gently on my roof in the middle of the night, a simple song to woo my heart away from striving and instead to rest in the re-discovery of beauty and the Artist's hand from whence it comes.