“Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God’s handwriting.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day.”
This childhood refrain was sung more by our mothers desperate to get us out of the house than it was ever sung by a child. Little did we know then….
We have two seasons in South Florida: rainy and dry. The rainy season starts in early summer, usually June, and brings with it daily showers or thunderstorms and increasing humidity. It’s the humidity that will get you. It will drip from your windows daring you to step outside. A short walk from your door to your car will have humidity wrapped around you tighter than bike shorts. You will be hoping it rains.
We are spoiled by clear blue skies that range from royal blue to robin’s egg blue dotted with white puffy clouds. Most mornings we are greeted by sun splitting through the palm trees, making lighter the indigo of night to the light blue of morn.
But when it rains, we whine, we grumble and we completely forget how to drive. Okay, not me, but it would seem every other person on the road.
Some well-meaning soul, or some person who doesn’t want to play the complain game, will say, “we need the rain”. I turn my head as I roll my eyes. There’s one in every bunch.
Maybe I’m growing up some, many would say it’s about time, but there are times I welcome the rain. I recognize the need for it to keep our reservoirs filled and to soak into our sandy soil that is thirsty for these daily rains.
I embrace the mood of withdrawing from the external and quieting my noisy word.
I recognize the thirst of my dry soul, and how even a physical rain can get my attention to turn toward the spiritual for refreshment. I see, more clearly, how nature is part of our soul. I remember God created us from the soil and has set us together in his creation.
Then the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground. He breathed the breath of life into the man’s nostrils, and the man became a living person. Genesis 2:7 NLT