I love the rain so much - the sound, the wetness, the clouds, the rain's friends thunder and lightning, the fires in my fireplace that add to the warm and coziness of being inside when it's raining...but you've always known I'm weird.
Okay so if I lived with my Washington friends I'd feel differently I know.
It's easy for me to say that when I don't truly have to "live" with rain and I certainly don't like the kind of rain that causes devastation to people's lives and homes and everything they know.
I like the innocent pretty sounding rain the kind that's followed by a beautiful rainbow that comes and tells us all will be okay because God has promised us this!
But most of all I love the moments right after it rains.
It's like the moment after a good cry. Why I connect these I have no idea...but as a kid I always thought of rain as God's tears.
Rain just makes God's creations shine and makes their colors come alive!
My pretty little pots are dying for some pretty flowers to be planted.
I better add this to my annual to-do list for the spring.
I love flowers but I don't like gardening.....if only there was a way to garden without getting dirt in my fingernails then maybe I would love it.
Then again maybe not.