Words, Crazy Words
A Sweet mix of the secular and sacred
A Word on Wednesday: Rain
This morning there is a gentle rain. Pattering of droplets on pavement, on window panes, on softening ground.
A gentle rain is as calming as a scented candle.
Scientifically, the word rain is water that is condensed from the aqueous vapor in the atmosphere and falls to the earth in drops mores than half a millimeter in diameter.
It falls, escapes from clouds, and reaches the surface to puddle and pool or seep and nurture.
Rain is different than drizzle. Rain is different than downpour. Described as a soft rain it cleanses the air, clears the humidity.
I find it wonderful to write inside wrapped in a sweater to the sound of the droplets. I step outside in the rain and smell the earth dampening.
Rain calls us to relax to reflect to watch and feel. It is a gift from God, easily explained away by science. Yet, I believe it speaks to the omnipresence of our higher being. It is the changes of weather that remind us of constant motion and variance.
Rain is a song from heaven.
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Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.”
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