When it Rains

I feel God when it rains. Maybe it's some reminder of the concept of Death as an Act of Creation, maybe it's some symbol for atonement - whatever the reason, when it rains, I can't resist going out, feeling the rain, and being thankful for it.

When I see rain, I don't see a ruined day, or an inconvenience - I see the sky tearing itself open with lightning. I hear the heavens groan with thunder as its lifeblood, pure crystal clear water, falls from the clouds bringing life to everything below.

I see a metaphor - a sky sacrificing itself to bring life to the whole earth. I see plants growing, rushing streams of water furiously seeking a lower plane. The whole globe has burst into life, into noise, and into submission to the gentle blanket of water.

Maybe it's reaching too far - perhaps I'm seeing beauty where there is little to be found. I believe that what separates us from animals is our ability to think about abstract ideas. If there's a creator out there you can be sure that every beautiful interpretation of creation is intentional and planned for enjoyment.

You can't ever hear a new song on an old album that the musician never recorded - but you are able to go back and listen to a track you neglected to notice in the past, and find beauty in it. I guess in a way that's all I'm doing - searching for the hidden and neglected tracks in life, that were put there for a reason but not often sought out and appreciated.