Rain...

There's just something about rain...
For as long as I can remember, I've always been fascinated by the mere concept of water falling from the sky. As I sit here at DP this afternoon, the rain has begun to fall...I believe if we would just simply listen, we could hear the earth cry out in relief. It may only rain for a few short minutes...or it may rain the rest of the evening...either way, the rain falls...

My immediate urge is to grab my favorite coffee cup...I know you have one too...fill it to the rim with a fresh brew, and find a warm, cozy spot close to the window so I can enjoy every drop that falls. It's like I'm drawn into a make-believe world that erases all the pressures and problems that life hands you each day...it's this world that I often find myself craving on a daily basis...you've been there...you know what it's like. Even at night, when I'm trying to go to sleep...needing to sleep, yet this 'floppy-drive' I call a brain refuses to be disengaged...I close my eyes and attempt to drift off to this mystic land...where the rain falls.

I often wonder if this is sorta how Noah felt that day...the day when the ark was finally completed, the animals had been loaded, and the door had been finally sealed. A boat so massive, on the side of a mountain...and not a river or sea for miles and miles...yet Noah obeyed God...obeyed and built this boat to the sound of ridicule and rejection from everyone he knew...everyone, except his family...the day the rain began to fall...

I wonder if he really knew what was actually happening as drop by drop, day by day, the earth was being pelted into submission, giving way to change from the world he once knew...a world full of pain and heartache, changing it's landscape forever? I wonder, as he gazed out the window from the top of the ark and watched as countless rain drops bounced, did Noah truly realize that one day soon, all the issues and situations that once dominated his every waking moment, would be washed away? Did he know that with every splash of water, God was erasing all the pressures and problems that stalked him and his family? Could this have been the first time that God chose to allow us an opportunity to escape a screaming world and enter into a place of tranquility...a place where peace abounds? Could Noah have been taken to this same mystic place that calls out to me each and every time it rains?

"Father, thank you for the rain...thank you for the peace...thank you for the warm blanket that surrounds me each and every time the rain falls. Father, let it rain...You reign...let Your Spirit fall...drench me in Your love...amen"

It's time to go...my cup is full, the coffee is fresh...and the rain still falls...