It’s supposed to rain here in Manhattan all week (forecasts for literally every day this week has rain at least for part of the day). So, during church (sorry, I wasn’t taking my normal copious notes) I wrote a poem about rain.
What if the rain–
The depressing, drenching, day-ruining rain;
The life-giving, landscape-altering, and undeniably astonishing rain–
is the outpouring of God’s love and joy onto His Creation?
What if the rain is His love?
Slowly seeping into the ground and your clothes to bring sustenance.
Overflowing the capacities of the ground and your imagination to illuminate how vast His love is.
Sinks deep into the soils of your plants & your heart to provide the nourishment you didn’t know you, or your plant, needed or could get elsewhere.
What if the miserable rain is His joy?
The month of April would bring His joy in such large quantities that are witnessed by May’s flowers.
The monsoon rains so overwhelming for months provide water to last through most of the drought.
The destructive force of hurricanes and tsunamis that change the course of landscapes & the lives of cities, but to only unite them and calls others in to help.
What if this common experience had a greater purpose?
What if the rain is only a predecessor of His promise to Noah?
What if it reminds us of His Living Water?
What if the rain isn’t about grey skies and rain boots and umbrellas?
Rain’s purpose can’t be a depressive element in your day, whether prescribing your outfit or delaying your commute.
It can’t end there, because it’s part of Creation and has such powerful results.
Noah’s flood. Noah’s rainbow. Jesus calming the storm. The Grand Canyon.
Flowers and trees. Fish and aquatic life. The rainforest ecosystem. The human body!
What if the rain is just rain?
But, what if it it’s not JUST rain?
The distracting, soothing, altering rain.
What if the rain is the outpouring of God’s love and joy onto His Creation?
