The rain

I found myself staring at the windows; it's raining. I've felt something I've felt before, as if Someone, for me, opened a door. I asked myself: why do others hate the pouring rain, while I, whitin it, feel Your presence? It's a feeling I can't deny. That's why I love rain so much, why I feel safe even in storms: 'cause every raindrop is a part of Your touch. As I felt drops dancing on me, my hope rose. I'll always love rain- even if everyone else won't, even if I'd be the only one. I love you, God, I do - I need you in my life like Earth needs rain all the time. 2025.III.29.