About 9:30 last evening, a powerful thunderstorm moved over my home. I was drawn to watch. I peered out the window but could not quite see, I the opened the door and was pelted with rain, so I went to the garage and opened the door. Rushing water, reverberating thunder, and brilliant lightning greeted my weary soul. I stood in the silence of the garage while the storm raged around me.
|Pelting Rain in the Night|
Then I saw, "Lord, it's pouring rain outside and they are dancing in the streets. I am standing here yelling at them that it is raining your wrath and they can not hear me. My feet are splattered with filth but they are covered in it."
|Celebrating in the Rain|