In Texas, we get big rain, hard and fast, then it is gone. We run for cover because it can be ushered in by lightning and hail.

In the Upper Northwest, cold, soft rain falls between the spires of towering cedars. An all-day kinda rain.

It was typical Seattle summer day.
50 degrees and 85% chance of rain.
If Texas forecasted 85%, we probably would end up in the other 15%. Not so in Seattle.

I walked out into what they consider a downpour and saw people in raincoats, going about their business as if it was just another day.

A four-year-old, with yellow umbrella and matching rain boots, giggled as she splashed in puddles. I watched her skip through the water next to Mommy enjoying each trickle and wet spot.

When I was that age, we had to run through a sprinkler to have such fun but there she was, a water park at her doorstep.

As she moved on to bigger puddles, I twirled for a moment, soaked to the bone. Onlookers laughed at an old fool dancing in the rain.

In Texas, we find a dry place and listen to the power of Almighty God in thunder.
In Seattle, it’s more of a gentle voice, telling me to breathe, to listen and enjoy the blessing of rain.

Cleansing in a way.

Let us acknowledge the Lord; let us press on to acknowledge Him. As surely as the sun rises, He will come to us like winter rains, like spring rains that water the earth. Hosea 6:3

Today was like that.
Tears from heaven.

Washing off the dust of life that weighed me down.

When I return to the parched landscape of home, and when storm clouds gather, I will remember a gentle walk in the rain.

 

Remembering
To breathe
To listen

To dance like a fool in the blessings of rain.