Rain and Eyes

I love the rain. Within my soul lies a deep adoration that nestles close to my fond fascination for German people confessing their undying love to each other. There is so much variety when it comes to how you like the pouring of water from the sky. If I could 'order' my rain, more or less like from a Starbucks, I'm not sure where I would start. Don't you ever find yourself overwhelmed by amount of choice you have when you go to an ice-cream shop? Well that's what it's like for me when choosing which type of rain I like the most. I shouldn't play favourites... God doesn't like that so much.

I love rain that falls as gently as the type of kiss you would imagine coming from the Father's lips. It's as soft as butterfly kisses with eyelashes from your dad... But there is also steady rain, beating like a drum. Sometimes it feels as though if the beat of the rain stops then my heart will stop and wouldn't that be tragic? I'm sure that that's why God keeps this type of rain at such a steady pace. Of course drizzle is also fun. I love how drizzle coats everything in fine mist, turning the world into the playground of the fairies. When it drizzles I see tiny exquisite ladies pirouetting in the air and all I can do is stop and stare. This is not a good thing to do in the middle of the road, but what can you do? My last favourite type of rain is of the hard as nails variety, usually accompanied by heavy thunder. This rain stops traffic (literally) and forces everyone to acknowledge its presence. I am fairly certain that God uses this type of rain to get our attention, and I must say, it's quite an effective tool. I feel so safe which is paradoxical... It must be because I know who makes it so loud. I find that knowing the source of loud noises is helpful. Less scary this way.

But putting all this aside, one of my main thoughts that capers to mind is the fact that my mood greatly determines which is my favourite rain. At the moment I'm toasty warm and dry in bed and there is a light, soft rain pitter-pattering outside my window. I think that this is why I love soft rain at the moment. This is extremely reminiscent of the 'rose-coloured glasses' theory. My eyes are so prejudiced by my circumstances... It's simply shocking at how my amount of favouritism towards rain types can be influenced by a good cup of tea at the moment. Hehe!