Historical Rain

This is a post I wrote July 7, 2008, days before I started dating the most beautiful girl I ever met. Ellie Goodvin. (Soon to be Ellie Kriwiel.) I'd say she has inspired everything good that has ever come from me.

I only post this to show that my love for rain is not new, but old.

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Tonight my eyes are really tired but my mind won’t go to sleep. That makes for great writing with no typo’s.

It rained today. The rain was beautiful. It was a slow pitter-patter of a rain, the kind that comes and goes, and only stays for a little while. But when the rain is here the earth is full of quiet humble joy. I imagine the earth playing in the rain, running and splashing and spinning. Drinking in the power and majesty the rain brings. And as the rain passes on to water another part of the earth, my plot of land is left with the quiet chill whispering,

“The rain has been here.”

The trees all huddle closer together as the aroma of damp grass fills the air. It’s a sweet time to have been soaked in the rain.

I love to play in the rain. I love the thunder and lightning of the raging storm to the gentle sprinkle of the evening sunset. I love splashing in puddles, and racing twigs down the gutter-rivers. Rain gives me chills.

I love when it rains.

I love after it rains and my clothes are all soaked and I’m standing there wet and cold as the wind blows over my shivering body. A warmth comes over me that cannot be explained, and my friends, its not because I peed my pants…

Lord, pour out your love tonight like rain. Let it water the gardens of our hearts so that we may be soaked with your love. Clean us like only your cleansing water can.

I pray that when people meet us they will humbly, quietly, whisper,

“The rain has been here”