it is raining.
rain speaks to my soul. it is the quiet voice that says it is ok, you can take a nap. or read a book. or sit and listen to the drip drop of each individual bit of water as it hits the ground below. or bake a cake for no reason. or watch a movie. twice.
rain gives me an excuse to do the things that i forget to make time for. they are all the things that i love to do but somehow in the shuffle of life they fall through the cracks hoping to someday be found again. they dream of rainy days. and now their time has come. march is just days away and here comes the lion and the lamb and all the spring flowers. and spring in michigan means rain.
praise the lord for rain.