And then it rained…

God let loose on this place Wednesday night. It was… amazing.
The rain finally came. And came. And came. And came, and came, and came.
It rained all night, and not without fanfare. The lightning would snap and you could see the silhouette of the mountains and far out across the plains. The thunder shook said mountains and rattled everything in our house, including me. My heart actually felt as it if were hiding, for fear, behind my ribs, trembling. My body was quivering. I sat on my bed, writing letters home, and started at every new blast and then giggled with my housemates in awe of the great Conductor of this noisy orchestra. It was beyond my comprehension that these Lopeeps did not tremble with fear, could not recognize the long thunderblasts as the voice of a God wanting to be known, wanting to be glorified. I wonder what they were thinking.
Anyway, that great rain seems to have opened the skies for rainy season, as it’s been wet, wet, wet since. They nearly cancelled school on Thursday. Imagine, a rain day. Ha! Iron sheet roofs make quite a racket under even the tiniest bit of rain, making teaching impossible. I took the chance to celebrate the rain with a muddy, muddy workout bike ride, leaving no puddle untouched. I was soaked through, covered in ick from head to toe… but so, so, so happy to finally have relief from the dry season. And it’s actually raining now—making it a perfect, cool Saturday morning for journaling, studying the Word and writing letters home.
Praise God for the rain!