Raindrops

It was 82 degrees outside today, the first day of Daylights Savings Time... I've got a lot of nerve talking about rain.

(Yes, God, I'm grateful for where I live :)

Raindrops on roses...

I used to think rain was God having himself a good cry, for whatever reason God would need to have a good cry. It happens so rarely in my life that I would be happy for those rains... and it had to be for good because the next day, especially obvious in L.A., the sky would be beautiful. Clean, clear, crisp, fresh. Days like that are even more rare than the rain days, and I feel really "connected" to all that is greater than me.

Tonight I had a good, good, earth-shattering cry. Release and a cleansing... a knowing. And tomorrow... a clean sky.