Forgive Me Rain

     It is raining today.  I both love and hate the rain.  I love the melody of its sound - light like a whisper or heavy like a drum roll.  It speaks to me.  Mom says a good rain is cleansing for the soul.  I feel it as God's tears poured out on us; in lightening, some times his anger too.  He voices in ways that replenish the earth and nourish growth. God speaks to us through nature all the time ... and I feel guilty when I am not inclined to listen.  I want to walk or swim and he interrupts my plans with his rain.  I am an unappreciative child some times hating my interruption of plan.  Today is one of those days. Forgive me.