Both yesterday and today have been dull and wet with constant rain ranging from furious downpour to a drizzle of wetness, close enough to still leave you sodden and sticky. I've heard familiar voices complaining about the weather and strangers discussing their displeasure with the day, you know, the usual unappreciative whining which is associated with days like these. But for me this weather just invokes the awesomeness of God, the majesty which is his, the power and authority he has over us. I absolutely love that reminder.
I parked up in the car park behind the book shop yesterday morning and as the engine rumble disappeared at the turn of the key I sat motionless in the heated condensation box which my car had become and I listened. As droplets trickled down the window screen in meandering streams, rain water smacked repeatedly on the glass. I opened the car door and the intensity of the rain surged through my ears, wind twirling playfully around me as I stretched out my leg and stood myself up to fully submerge myself into the atmosphere. As I began the walk from car to book shop which takes just half a minute or so, I instantly noticed that my senses came alive, and in my head this piece of writing was begun. I was fully tuned in on all of those different frequencies and I absorbed the blessings and the pleasure of the weather as it filled the air around me. The way rain causes sound to hum rather than soar, the way wet makes under foot gravel grate, crunch and stick.
Rainy days invoke memories of childhood so strongly for me. My emotional response to grey dank days is that of love, appreciation, security. Duvets brought downstairs, weak cups of tea in Easter egg mugs, mums slippers, dog curled in lap or slinking under the duvet, patio doors covered in raindrops, shining wet slabs and the grey and peach living room we would be sat in.
So when people moan to me about the weather I respond with positivity and a smile. Rain is a luxurious accelerator of life, and when given in bountiful amounts such as now we must never fail to realise that despite the sticky face and soggy trousers bottoms which absorb the dirt and slap our ankles, the frizzy hair or the leaky shoes which let our socks hug the rain, despite all of that, we are being given a gift straight from our Lord, and should be thankful.
The photos are from a day at Bradgate Country Park earlier this month.