It's a rainy, humid morning.
I awake to a dull light attempting to peek it's way through the windows which are are coated with fog and the occasional drip of condensation.
It's nice and cool here in the house. Quiet too. No one home but my dad and me.
The only sounds are the hum of the air-conditioner working strenuousnessly to do its part.
The laundry machine, it's spin is almost mesmerizing.
The occasional cough from the man up stairs, the evidence that I'm not the only one.
And the thunder, it's rumbling so comforting to me. And I can't really express why. Perhaps it's because I see it as God's communication. Letting me know that He's still in control. That no matter how frustrated I get with the people in this life that disappoint me, or my electronics that don't work, or my car that won't start (but it does now. Compliments of Tom Clawson -(Papa)-) God still sends the rain when we need to be refreshed.
I love rain. I love the gentle drip drop of today and the, for some, depressing hue that the clouds give.
I love rainy days. What a beautiful reminder that all things are new.
This morning I am reminded that His rain of redemption is everyday, evermore.
Love this.
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