Today it was so hot we turned the AC on.
And then it started raining.
I heard it before I saw it, and when I saw it, I yelled, “It’s raining!” and ran to watch water meet earth, to feel sky water meet skin.
My brother asked me why I had yelled, but I couldn’t put my finger on it–there’s just something magical about rain, isn’t there?
I went outside, then brother, then sister–we had a water day the natural way. No sprinklers or hoses or pools–just sky.
What is it about water falling from the sky to fill your life with wonder?
And then later the car ride to church was one of the best I can remember–nothing extraordinary–just infectious laughter and singing and playing and I blame it on the rain, on the unexpected wonder of it all, on the brilliant sunset and the hope that comes from appreciating small things like falling water droplets in hundred degree weather.