Deluge

Once, as a child, I stood on the edge of a field and watched the slowly, approaching storm.   

The ground was getting pounded.   

I could hear the deluge advancing yard by yard.   

I didn’t run to the safety of my home.   

I waited for the power of the moment to overtake me.

 

Then, I turned and witnessed the rest 

of my little part of the world become saturated.

It was inspiring.

I was awestruck and drenched.

Sometimes, God's blessings hit me like that downpour.

 

The smell of rain still makes me smile.