Rain rain, come again

Yesterday morning, I woke up to the sound of rain. I love rain. I love the sound it makes. The smell it leaves. The color it changes the sky and environment to. I love that it leads families to spend time together indoors with a blanket and coffee. Which is what hubby and I did. And it was perfect.

Many people complain about rain. Like, before it even comes. The weather man just says the word, and people cringe. Not here. It's sunny in San Diego.

That's not how I feel though. I hear there may be rain, and I start preparing for it. I watch the sky and wait for a hint of a cloud to show up, and I squeal with excitement. I open my winter coat closet and decide which I will wear. I may only get one chance. I reach up to the top of my closet and grab my scarves and mittens, you know, just in case. And I think, maybe, just maybe, it will rain.

And yesterday, it did. On my balcony. In my little city. Real rain.
And I woke up today, and the ground is still wet. That makes me happy. Because maybe, just maybe, the rain will stay another day.

One of these days I'm gonna have to live somewhere where it rains more than five days a year. Because I just enjoy it so much. The fact the God got water to stay in bundles of air in the sky and open those clouds at just the right time... that is truly amazing. And points to a creator.