I woke to the sound of rain pounding on our roof and it felt like the return of an old friend. There have been times I have grumbled about this friend when perhaps he has visited too often and pushed the bounds of hospitality. But after such a long absence I am so very glad to have him back.
I see the shower pounding the brown lawns and I feel a sense of hope because I’ve seen this before. Beautiful green will rise from that cemetery. It feels miraculous when I think about it.
I feel an even greater sense of relief for the crews fighting the wildfires, and for the people whose homes and businesses are threatened. I’ll bet they never saw a more beautiful sight than the grey clouds dumping their loads on the scorched lands below; God’s massive fleet of tanker planes come to deal the decisive blow in the fight. Fire crews, exhausted and blackened, feel the beautiful cooling of rain drops dropping from the edge of their hard hats down the back of their necks.
The healing rain strikes me as an apt picture of the refreshing announced in Acts 3. “Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord, and that he may send the Christ, who has been appointed for you—even Jesus.” (Acts 3:19–20)