I love a good cleansing summer rain.
After days of hot, steamy weather I look forward to seeing the thunder clouds roll in with the promise of renewing the parched ground and spurring on growth.
Everything the rain touches breathes a sigh of sweet relief, including our tired souls. From a distance the rain may seem menacing, a foe.
But as the saying goes: There are no rainbows without a little rain. Everything is grace. Even the things for which we struggle to give thanks.
When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know.
Also joining Black and White Wednesday.