Gentle morning rain as I walk

Rain is beautiful, be it gentle droplets or hard, fierce downpours. I carry around an umbrella but I love not using it whilst everyone else is holding onto theirs with great determination. It is as though they would dissolve into a puddle if one droplet hit them. I like to put my head down and let the water drip down onto my face like a tiny waterfall. What I love most, though, is to look up and watch the drops falling. To feel them as they touch my eyelashes.

Rain still scares me though. I have nightmares about the flood even two years on. Not often but normally when it has been raining especially hard. It felt like a dream when it happened. The water entering our home uninvited. We never thought that it would reach so high. Piling sofas upon coffee tables and thinking that they would be safe; wading through cold, dirty water with clothing tied in bags and placed on our heads; boats going down our road. The mess that it left behind. All of this though is in the past and I need to move on and pray over any fears that I have.

I quite fancy buying some Wellington boots tomorrow and taking part in some puddle jumping!