It’s been raining here. In February, on the coast of California, finally some winter has arrived. It’s been wet, it’s been wonderful, and everything smells so fresh!
Yesterday, the sun came out in the afternoon, shining brilliantly through the trees. I ran out from my office to look for the rainbow.
I knew one would be there.
And, it was.
It’s been so dry here for so long. The drout has everyone worried. The lakes are almost below pumping level. More wells are being dug in the vineyard. The ground is thirsty, plants are dying, my skin is cracking like never before. “We need rain. We need lots and lots of rain to get out of this situation.”
Can you just feel the metaphorical nature of this? I can. I do.
A pastor of mine from a few years ago used to say, “When it rains, think of your baptism. ”
I’ve always remembered. And, yesterday I let the cleansing rain touch my face.
*”No diving from bridge” image courtesy of NY Times.