The still quiet of night lingers around me. Fans whirl causing whisps of hair to brush my face. In the silence rest comes restlessly in the wake of extreme drought and local wildfires; prayers are lifted in moments like these. Sleep creeps near...lightly lulling thoughts; deepening the breath.
In an instant senses are jolted out of their slumber by intensity; thunder claps, lightning flashes rattling the room. Wait..breathe; let the calm return. There it comes..an old familiar sound...rain on the window. A day of relief has come...thank you, Lord, for this gift of rain.