I had a pretty morose day, as one by one everyone around me was having a terrible day. Nobody seemed to be having it good... even the weather was terrible. I actually have to dig pretty far back for memories of a time when things seemed to be so bad.
I ended the day by waiting with my dad in this condo, for my mom to finish something, so that we can all go back.
It suddenly started pouring, and it was one of those open-air carparks with just a shelter overhead.
I decided to just get out and soak in the whole atmosphere of the rain. With the strong wind blowing, I pretty much got myself all wet even tho technically speaking there was a roof over my head, but things just suddenly changed.
I opened my mouth, and was about to start griping, when I began to instead notice just how beautiful everything in the rain looked. The trees swaying, the rain pouring down, even the sound of the rain... I started telling God how beautiful everything there looked... and suddenly I lost my urge to complain... so I started singing "How Great Thou Art" instead, and just soaked in the rain and the epiphany in equal proportions.
Gosh... I don't think that has ever happened to me before.
WHO THE FUCK READS BLOGS?????
Just realised the number of views on my page. Absolutely bewildered by who out there still gets redirected to blogs. Surely no advertisers...
2 comments:
Watching and feeling the presense of storms and such have always reminded me of God's Majesty.
Although when you're in a hurry to do something passing through a long unsheltered stretch, one has a tendency to feel less than impressed.
- AnonX
Hahahaha... hear hear...
Ecclesiates says... "There's a time for everything"...
=)
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