When my children were small, I relished stormy days with our family all "snug as a bug" in our modest home. With the passage of time, my children have grown and are making their own way in this world. Days of our immediate family together on a rainy day has become a rare event, as evidenced this morning when my son left for college classes and I spoke at length with my daughter by phone from her North Carolina home. Alone on a rainy day? Nothing earth shattering, or enough to find myself at the brink of depression, just different.
From the time I was small, rain has always evoked a certain feeling of "peace" that I cannot fully describe, but most definitely experience. Perhaps it stems from my own mother having experienced these same thoughts and emotions and they filtered through the gene pool . Or, perhaps realizing the ENORMITY of the life giving gift water brings from our God, oftentimes at just the right moment (where ARE all the "rain" metaphors coming from?) . :)
I have been blessed with so many wonderful "points to ponder" on rainy days. I hope you have too!
PS: It's raining