Magical Sound of Rain
I was about five years old and sound asleep the first time it rained, but Dad didn’t want my little sis and me to miss it – not after seven years of drought. He carried us down to the old barn and ducked inside, just in time. We lay in the hay, cuddled in Dad’s arms and listed to the magical sound of rain on a tin roof. “O sky, rain down from above! Let the clouds send down showers of deliverance! Let the earth absorb it so salvation may grow, and deliverance may sprout up along with it. I, the LORD, create it.” (Is. 45:8) Praise God that He blesses us even when we are too sleepy to appreciate it.