Yesterday morning I talked with a friend who had recently moved from Portland, OR,
to Detroit, MI, and, of all things, she missed the clouds.
I would, too.
The sky here started rumbling in the afternoon while I was picking raspberries.
I hurried to finish, and when I got inside, the first fat drops of rain were hitting the patio.
Wind whipped the trees and the rain intensified, slanting in sideways from the west,
hitting the windows like a car wash.
It rained hard for about an hour,
and when it was over, I went to the lake to watch the sky.
The sun had just opened a window in the clouds,
lighting a rainbow on the opposite horizon.
The vault of the heavens, so recently a flat blue void,
was filled with clouds, each unique in form,
complemented with splashes of color.
I stayed there watching, thanking God for this gift of life,
so fragile and beautiful,
grateful to see the sky, to feel the rain-washed air,
and thankful for clouds.
I stayed until the rainbow faded into a wash of green and purple...
...then disappeared, replaced by glowing orange.
How great is God--
beyond our understanding!
Who can understand how he spreads out the clouds,
how he thunders from his pavilion?
Job 36:26, 29
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