The Pause After The Rain

The Pause After the Rain

I love the rain. I always have.

I love to listen as rain falls against the leaves on trees and trickles down its branches.

When I hear rain, I often open a window and breathe in the scent of the cleansing showers as rain descends on the earth.

Growing up, we often sat on our porch when it rained in the spring or summer months. I only remember not sitting outside in the rain if it was a bad thunderstorm.

Rain is calming, cleansing and often a metaphor for washing away something old to reveal something new. It reveals green grass, grander Hosta plants and colorful flowers. How can the rain reveal what is beautiful in each of us; washing away what keeps us from growing?

As I write this blog, a beautiful rainstorm has just passed through Columbus. In the quiet, all I hear is the happy singing of birds.  Are they didn’t for themselves or singing their praises to God reminded of His greatness? Maybe it’s a song of happiness for the rain. Maybe it is a conversation between birds that it not for me to understand.

Whatever it is, I am invited to a time of pause. I accept the invitation and take a few breaths – inhale and exhale. I give thanks for the day and sit in the gift of silence.