Sunday, April 13, 2025, 35.4* Raining
We don’t miss the cold curtain of rain that used to greet us on days like this as we walk through the door onto the deck. Coming off the roof, that beaded curtain is captured in a box where it lends sound to the morning. Rain enjoys the ride, the slide down the metal tunnel, the rush from the opening that lands it on the ground like a child’s slide.
Amazed at having landed safely on a windowpane, little raindrops cling. They have seen larger drops racing down the glass taking others with them, watched them reach the ground, watched them bounce like kids on a trampoline. Maybe when the little raindrops get bigger, they can do the same.
Some drops, their size no longer visible, squeezed into tiny squares of window screen weaving a temporary tapestry, some made ripples in the pond, some worked together to fill low places in the lawn a diving pool for other drops, and some hung themselves like shiny glass beads on black chain links.
He will yet fill your mouth with laughter
and your lips with shouts of joy.
Job 8:21 The Living Bible
Photo: LJ Ausitn
