A few drops came down throughout the day, but in the evening the rain set in earnest. Recall now, I’m living in the arrid land of Lake Havasu City, AZ. which is one of the hottest places in the United States. The total annual rainfall here is less than 4 inches, so we’re not talking of downpours, although a few such demonstrations are seen here throughout the year. These weather conditions are referred to as Monsoons, and sad to say, when a really big one came through a couple of months ago, Jerry and I were not here. Sad, I say, for I love rain.
So yesterday, when a steady soft rain began and continued, I was in ecstasy. The temperature has drastically fallen, and as I sat at the table beside an open window for many hours last evening and heard the sound of rain dropping onto our RV awning, it was sheer pleasure. The rain continued, and when I would awake during the night hours, I could hear the soothing sound. Around 5:00 this morning I arose and heard the rain as it continued its gentle beat. Now, when I look out the windows and across the highway to the far mountains, I see leaden skies and heavy clouds. It’s beautiful.
Listen to the elegant words of Job as he writes in chapter 5, verses 8-10.
“I would seek unto God, and unto God would I commit my cause: which doeth great things and unsearchable; marvellous things without number:
Who giveth rain upon the earth, and sendeth waters upon the fields:”
Natural, cool drops without which–even in dry desert climes–growth cannot occur.
Spiritual, a cool washing of the soul, a slaking of Godly thirst.
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