last night, it rained here.
that heavy, soaking rain. a rain so loud you can scarcely hear yourself think. the rain that cools the air and brings reprieve from the oppressive heat. the rain that changes the whole atmosphere.
and suddenly, i found myself singing this Misty Edwards’ song, humming the refrain that my soul needed to be reminded of:
hallelujah! you make all things new.
and when i woke up this morning, i felt it: everything today is different. the rain makes it all new again.
elena.teresa.ann 