A rumble of thunder rolls from the south and west. An uneasy peace is shattered as the threshold of temperature and moisture is crossed. Heaven’s compromise will no longer hold the anxious tranquility. Soaring clouds discharge the static building in flashes that split the air with a resounding boom. And I, in my wet shoes, rejoice in the conflict as the skies give up their bounty. It’s raining!
A norm has returned. Summer thunder showers had become a rarity. Like an old friend who had worn thin his welcome in other years. Ah, it’s so good to see you home!
You’ll not hear me complain. I’ve seen the years of drought and I’ve seen the days of flood. I’ll not say one is better than the other for God has allowed them both. It is from His hand I have received the grace to overcome. So it is that I rejoice!