(washed away.)

I will never understand why people run from rain.

No mistaking, there is much about sunshine worth loving:

The way it warms you, skin to soul,

the way heat hits you hard and life becomes light

and it feels easy,

like it might last... forever.

But the feeling

of a summer sky that cracks opens and pours out and pounds down,

The feeling when water hits skin so hot it seems like it should steam,

and that heady haze of heat lifts

and suddenly you can see clearly,

and you can feel everything at once:

each drop a reminder that you are alive.

If I’m lucky, I can feel the thunder in my chest

An Amazing Grace, the sweetest sound,

that somehow, helps me see, and I think,

“this, is what it feels like to be born again”

baptized by a moment, 
when moments before, I was unaware that my soul still needed saved.

I have been lucky that I can hear God in storms,

and my heart finds gratitude for the lightning

that was often my only chance to see my way,

but I wonder if that has taught me to love

differently than I should,

that maybe I, too, would run

if I could somehow see God in the sun

the way I feel Him                                                                            

in the rain.