When it rains, I can hear the shape of things around me.
When it rains, I know where I am, and the division between the inside and the outside.
When it rains, I know it’s less likely that someone is breaking into my car again.
When it rains, the world is on ‘pause’ and it’s OK that we have to wait a moment before heading back out.
When it rains, I feel the breath of scrubbed pavement and flowing scraps of grass and gravel.
When it rains, I know the morning will be moist and clean; muddy and growing.
When it rains, I know that there is a calm order to the world, and us.
When it rains, I remember that we’re just living here on this rock, not running it.
When it rains, I feel God shining down on us from just above the clouds.
When it rains, I remember His promise to wash, not drown, all of Creation.
When it rains, I breathe in the scents of all that was buried by the to-and-fro of shoes and feet
When it rains, a blanket covers me and wraps my pain tightly like a hug I know but can’t remember.
I love the rain.
