In the between
of cool but not cold
wet but not yet soaked,
the sound of the rain
is melodic
hypnotizing
rhythmic
calming
and
life-giving.
Droplets wisp lightly
in the wind
and
crash loudly
into their own puddles,
reflecting blurred streetlights
that are somehow brighter
than the real thing.
It’s in the storm
that I see a small glimpse
of God –
in the desperately needed
tiny drops
that fall,
the incomparable pattern of
sporadic lightning
across the entire sky,
the harsh,
reverberating shake
of the deep,
striking thunder.
Together, they paint
such a clear picture
of His abiding care
toward what is His
while also showing
His intense power
over everything
He created.
