Not in the sometimes terrifyingly stormy way nor in the light, drizzly, lazy way - but a simple, consistent, lure-you-to-sleep kind of rain.
For hours it has filled my ears, clinging the tin roof and pounding the ground outside.
Though I can't say I am complaining - it has been so long since I've welcomed the dreariness of a rainy day.
A day of to-do lists thrown out and giddy anticipation of time spent curled up with a steaming mug full of coffee and a move-you-to-tears book.
As much as I love the brightness of a sunny day with it's happy blue skies - I equally cherish the rain.
Not only does it bring a relieving coolness to the air around me but also relieves something deep within.
Rain does something for me that the sun cannot - a healing, cleansing touch only made available when skies around me gray with water-filled clouds.
Rain awakens something within me and washes clean the places I can't reach on my own.
It falls all around me, even on the bare desert of my soul and it feels like I can finally breathe.
Places inside of me that have been dying of thirst are suddenly awakened and renewed, like a little green shoot of life bursting through drought-ridden soil.
I can't quite explain it, what this rain does to me.
But I know that I need it desperately - just as much as the thirsty, dry ground outside.
So I open my heart to this fountain of healing, allowing the drops to fall where they may - working their way into the dark depth within me and bringing forth life where I thought only brokenness existed.
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