The sound of raindrops hitting the pangs of glass PING!
The glide of those very drops down the windows of my house
The feel of the raindrops on my skin
The tingle even after they dissipate into the cold air
The need to dance in my bare feet with complete abandon
The way people look after the rain has ruined their perfect hair or faces
The way rain forces response of utter beauty or agony :)
The lessons I learn when I hear the rain drop on my feet
The feeling of His tears rest on my head
Tears of joy that His people are doing something in the world
Tears of sadness that we aren't bearing love with every movement of the
Hands, feet, and mouth
[sigh]
Rain may not give me life
But it'll sure push me to
Think about it a little more
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