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Where I live, we have been living in the season of SPWINTER. The calendar indicates that it is spring, but the weather isn’t always sunny and flowery and gentle and springy.
Sometimes in May or June, the weather is dreadful. There’s thunderstorms and lightning and hail and the weather gets colder, not warmer and it’s just nasty and unappealing and ruins your plans and kind of break your heart.
And then
you walk out of your door one day and the rain is falling (again), but this rain that is falling …
it’s the soft gentle type of rain.
It’s this soft, gentle rain that you can see when you’re looking ahead of yourself, but it’s so soft and so gentle that if you took a photo there would be no visual indication that it is raining.
As I was driving to work recently this soft and gentle rain was falling, and a smile
a big, directly from the deepest part within me smile
grew across my face.
(and it is a rare thing for me to smile when it is raining, to say nothing of smiling because it is raining).
And if felt like a balm, a soothing ointment for my dreary, rain-soaked state of mind.
And I immediately whispered thanks for this reprieve. Not a reprieve from the rain and clouds and dreary-all-around, but a reprieve from the harshness of the elements, an opportunity to be reminded that hope, that peace, can also exist in the midst of the storm.
And so, in life
things don’t go as we expect, or wish, or hope that they would.
and we get discouraged, disappointed and glum.
we feel we are missing out on what should be our day, week, out life.
But then,
in the midst of the dank, dark storms,
comes this gentle rain.
Rain that slows your heartbeat.
Rain that nurtures wonder.
Rain that reminds you that real peace is not an absence of storms, but peace in the midst of them.
❤️ there is something comforting and cozy about a soft rain – like a wonderful wet hug.