I’m listening to the sweet sound of rainfall. I’ve always loved rain. I don’t know if it’s the smell of rain, the sound, or how beautiful it looks at times when it falls, but I love it. It’s soothing to me, much like the ocean when the waves crash ashore.
When I was a kid, I used to tape the sounds of rain and thunder on my tape recorder and listen to it on days when rain was scarce. The sound was that soothing to me. Growing up on a farm, rain was either your enemy (too much or too little) or your salvation. I remember years of both.
Rain always takes me back to God and his power and creativity, his cleansing and renewal. Rain is cleansing and renewing but too much of it can wreak havoc and destroy. Only God could create and control something that is at times beneficial or catastrophic.
When the rain stops, perhaps I’ll sleep, but for now, I’ll listen.