Now this may surprise some - wouldn't I get tired of the rain in Oregon? Well yes. But you see normal Oregon rain is drizzly, gray, never-ending... just enough to be very annoying. That is mostly the winter months (extending into the Fall and Spring though). And it has been several days, (if not more than a week, which is a long time to us) since we've had rain at least that I can remember. This rain was different than our typical rain however. It was drenching, cooling the hills from what had been 79° humid day. Big cold droplets like mini water balloons soaking and cooling you off, falling rapidly and in great succession, with a blowing wind characteristic of a storm. This is the kind of rain I get childish about. It is to me like playing in God's own sprinkler. :) Yes this is the rain that brings my childish heart pure joy to dance in. It is one of the many facets of beauty that my Father has created for me to joy in as I rejoice in the Creator - the Sender of this spectacular thunder storm. And this one was especially perfect as most the day had been hot and muggy and the rain itself was so cold and drenching. Let me tell you of the beauty of this perfect thunderstorm.
It was a glorious thunderstorm, with big drenching rain drops, fast and furiously falling, and a wind, with a thundering accord, making this musical beauty called a "Thunder Storm". I ran out to enjoy the rain and my husband followed this crazy girl outside for a few minutes, as I just stretched out my arms lifted up my head and let the rain come pouring down on me. The cold felt so good. He eventually retreated to the back door, laughing at my enthusiasm to watch me as I proceeded to dance and do cartwheels in the rain, giddy with excitement. Dancing to the music of the rain. May I tell you of the beautiful music the rain made?
The rain hit the pine tree leaving a constant flow of drips from the end of pine needles, with beautiful beads of water at the end of each one as the music played on. The rain fell down on the truck splashing as it hit, made lots tin clatter on the shed roof, made a soft patter on the grass, a slightly louder pitter-patter on the gravel driveway, and a splish-splash on the road, making the most beautiful music. And I joined in the dance - of the trees and bushes and grass which were all moving with the wind from which swelled up a beautiful rushing sound as if they were all alive. Rumbling the very air and earth, echoing in the hills came the deep base of thunderclaps, like the cannons in Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture they joined the grand overture I heard all around me. And I listened and danced to the beauty around me soaking it all in - literally. :)
Eventually quite soaked I joined my husband just inside the door and watched and listened to the Overture, snuggling my wet head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around my wet frame to add some warmth. We watched the lightening light up the sky like fireworks, and the rain splash on the truck, and the droplets roll off the pine needles in quick succession - always leaving another drop hanging at the tip as if the droplets had never fallen. It was such a beautiful sight, and such beautiful music.
O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder Consider all the works Thy hands have made, I see the stars, I hear the rolling/mighty thunder, Thy pow'r thru-out the universe displayed!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art! Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Eyes of Faith A Prayer by thekingdomcomes
Father, I can't keep going on
I need You to give me strength cause I have none.
I don't have faith as a mustard seed
To see past this mountain in front of me.
Give me eyes to see that this mountain
Is not even a mole hill in Your eyes and plans.
Give me eyes of faith to walk,
And ears to hear You talk.
Give me faith to trust You now
Give me strength to journey on.
