There is something about rain that soothes the senses and cleanses the soul. After 8 months of little rainfall in 2010, today the heavens opened and God began washing us clean, in a literal way.
I have come to know through week after week, month after month of lack of precipitation, my psyche becomes damaged, always yearning for the cool balm of cascading silver raindrops.
Then, when dark clouds form, and occasional lightning streaks the sky, and the low bellow of thunder rolls across the Texas plain, and the pitter-patter of the tips of the droplets is heard, I am transfixed as I melt into my easy chair and just gaze steadily into the gray outdoors as I am comforted and renewed.
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