For some reason, there’s just nothing like rain gently falling on your face from haggard clouds that are worn out from pouring rain on the earth all day. There was a calm. There was a silence. There was a resonate feeling of life and purpose around — yet removed enough to be just beyond the grasp of full understanding — that tweaked the flame of awe inside. For a moment there was nothing but Nature, a reminder of how little we are, and a blatant knowledge that there is a Creator that spun this world into existence, maybe because He, too, likes the idea of rain falling on His face. He, too, likes the way a day full of rain awakens the deep green of Nature. He, too, likes a silence in which you can only hear His creation whispering.
I like the feel of a gentle rain on my face, too. Lord, we could use some more up here in north Texas.