Gene Hill once wrote that rain is probably the oldest sound to reach the porches of man's ears. I like the sentiment, and I like the visual image, and that's what I woke to this morning. Rain. It's been coming down steadily since before daylight.
Not the angry, thundering, lightning-strewn rain, but the grey sky, steady drenching rain that lasts all day. And, the weather maps tell me that it's likely to last all day. The ditches are running, and everything is drenched, and that's okay with me. The rain held off when I was doing my projects. For that I am grateful. I had some things scheduled for today, but they can easily be put on hold. Rain is God's way of telling me to take a break, and I'm okay with that too.
I think I"ll sit on the patio for a few minutes and watch it rain.