Calm morning,
the rain that had fallen silently during the night
still wet on the ground,
my coffee steaming,
candles lit,
birds singing outside my window,
listening to God
trying to listen, actually,
my mind really wandering
and wondering
and mulling
then catching itself and returning to God
briefly in peacefulness
before being ripped back into the wheel of the hamster…
Then the rain began to fall
softly tapping the roof of our home
and the freshly cut grasses that blanket the ground outside
I lean into the softness
and wonder if God is speaking
to me
in the rain
and I hear the birds still singing
even in the rain
the hyper-active birds
the ones with the tweets
and chirps
with a rhythm only they can understand
through the softness of the rain
they still sing…
Suddenly the softness turns
to a thunderous downpour
invading my ears completely
it is all I can absorb
the drumming of larger drops of water
and so many more
all at once
drowning out the song of the birds
silencing them with its might, its powerful presence
until it calms once again
and they are still singing
even in the rain
the awesome, hard, loud, interfering rain
the birds kept singing
to keep their own melody tuned
for the joy of the world
surrounding them
when the rain stopped…
I wonder if that is God’s message for me today.