Today was out and about day. Running errands all over town. Starting in one place and moving on to the next. As I completed a much needed grocery run, I was met with a downpour. A deluge of water was falling from the sky. I waited at the store entrance for a while. I moved out through the doors as the rain began to let up, only to be met with another heavy downpour. I stood still. My fellow shoppers and I stood still together. We all stood still and we watched the rain fall. Job 36:27-31 MSG “He pulls water up out of the sea, distills it, and fills up his rain-cloud cisterns. Then the skies open up and pour out soaking showers on everyone. Does anyone have the slightest idea how this happens? How he arranges the clouds, how he speaks in thunder? Just look at that lightning, his sky-filling light show illumining the dark depths of the sea! These are the symbols of his sovereignty, his generosity, his loving care.” It was such a sight. The rain falling in such waves of water. Heavy to heavier. Heavier to lighter, and then back again quickly. The wind was just as insistent as the rain as we watched it play against the falling water. Waves of air blowing in and all around us. The wind and the rain, dancing across the parking lot. It wasn’t frightening, it was captivating. It was a good soaking rain that happened upon us as we stood still watching. Yes, it interrupted our errands, this rain, in this moment in time. The rain stopped us, and we stood still watching. We stood still watching the bounty of God’s beauty and devotion descending from the heavens. We stood still and we watched God’s miracle; the miracle that we call rain.