And The Rain Came

During those awkward middle school years when I wore glasses, and not cool, hipster glasses but those awful wire ones that all insecure middle schoolers are forced to wear, I hated the rain.  It ruined my hair, which was always in a ponytail anyways.  It dripped on my lenses.  And it covered the sidewalk in worms. 

I don't know when I started loving the rain.  Maybe it was when I ditched the glasses for contact lenses.  Or when I stopped caring so much about what I look like.  Or when I stopped being so grossed out by worms . . . nope, just kidding, they still freak me out.  Whatever it was, I have come to love wet weather almost as much as I love the sunshine.

This morning I had a few errands to run in town before my 12 o'clock class and I decided to take advantage of the oddly warm January weather and walk.  I didn't realize it was raining until I stepped outside, but you know what? It didn't matter.  There's something about feeling warm rain hit your face and slide down your cheek.  It's kind of nice to throw caution to the wind and twist your just-dried hair on the top of your head because it's going to get wet anyways.  It's secretly thrilling to not have to worry about puddles because you unknowingly wore boots. It's also a beautiful reminder of Isaiah 55:10-11

For as the rain and the snow come

down from heaven

and do not return there but water the earth,

making it bring forth and sprout,

giving seed to the sower and bread

to the eater,

so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth;

it shall not return to me empty, 

but it shall accomplish that which I purpose,

and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.