The Rain

What do you think of when you hear or smell rain? I have a very vivid memory that comes to my mind. When I was a little girl, I used to get very scared of thunder and lightening storms. So much so that I would come running downstairs to my parent’s bedroom crying.

One stormy Nebraska night when I was about 4 or 5, my Dad decided to take me out on our front porch step, the very one I am standing on in this picture. We stepped out to experience “the rain,” the storm with lightning and thunder around us. He so sweetly said, “see honey, it won’t hurt you, it’s beautiful.” We stood outside talking and experiencing “the rain” together that night. I realized it was not going to hurt me. I realized it was beautiful. I realized it was gentle. I realized it was peaceful. I realized it was watering the land, the fields of crops, the yard, and the garden.

That night, my whole perspective and understanding of “the rain” changed. I went back to my room that night and slept so peacefully as I listened to the rain put me to sleep. To this day, rain drops, rainstorms, the smell of rain all bring peace and comfort to me. I either fall asleep to the sound of or go outside to dance in “the rain.”

“The rain” reminds me of the beautiful gift my Dad, my Father gave me. The experience to understand.

I know my Dad was showing his love and care for me, his daughter, that night. Just like our Father in heaven does. He let’s us and encourages us to experience life and the many aspects of his creation here on earth, so we can know his love and care for us.