I love the rain. I love it more than any other kind of weather.
There is nothing more beautiful than a sky, hanging heavy with dark gray clouds and the promise of them spilling forth. I should definitely live in England...or Ireland.
And the ocean. Oh, the ocean with water below and above...indescribable.
Just standing in the water that falls from above, as if your soul is being washed clean and refreshed.
My soul soars to the thrown of my God when I pray in His healing rain.
"May he come
down like rain upon the mown grass, Like showers that water the earth." Psalm 72:6
May I never know a place that does not rain, for it would be unbearable. Unbearable to never feel the cool drops on my face and hands, to never have a reason to hold an umbrella, to never know that gray came in so many shades, to never hear the deep rumblings of my God's voice across the sky.
Yes, I love and adore the rain and the thunder and lightning that often come with it...
"When He utters His voice, there is a tumult of waters in the heavens, And He causes the clouds to ascend from the end of the earth; He makes lightning for the rain, And brings out the wind from His storehouses." -Jeremiah 10:13