Rain

I love it when it rains. Not drizzle, but real rain. Rain that is heavy. Rain that tenderly waters the earth and feeds us all. Rain that makes soothing noises on the roof of your house as you are drifting off to sleep. Pitter-patter, pitter-pater it softly lulls with its gentle rhythms. Occasionally it will rain so heavily that you turn to the person lying next to you in bed and whisper... "Can you hear the rain?".

My daughter often awakens my heart to the simple beauty around me, things that I might be too busy to notice. It rained quite heavily last week, and whilst I was thinking about what chores I wanted to get done, she was thinking: 'rain + wellies + my pink umbrella + puddles + splashing = F U N!' I asked her what she would like to do and we were soon out of the door with anoraks, umbrellas and wellies (why is it that things feel more adventurous when you have to wear special kit?). I had no idea how much fun I was going to have from this short walk around the block, but just noticing the way the rain had decorated my world with tiny sparkles and filled the air with freshness was enough to sustain me for the rest of the day.

There is something completely magical about water, and my daughter knows this. She loves to splash in it, feel it on her hands, swim in it, be part of it. I love the way raindrops are caught on leaves and flowers, like tiny faerie's diamonds they glisten in the sunshine.

This was another reminder for me, that in so many ways I am learning how to be like a child again, because children feel the magic in ordinary moments. They do not need to spend money to have fun, and I am learning that I don't either! Just simply being part of this life and experiencing the wonder of it is enough for me. It feels like a privilege, and an honor, it feels like I am deeply loved by the One who made me and put me here.