Wednesday, May 27

I don’t always make a big deal out of an afternoon thunderstorm, but we needed a good rain.

Oh, yes!

I just had to go outside and enjoy the scent of a spring rain.

It was bouncing off our driveway.

There were muddy puddles in the back yard near the woods.

I rarely watch rain coming through the trees in our woods without remembering the books – written by Harold Bell Wright – I enjoyed as a young girl.

 His descriptive sentences made me feel like I was right in the woods with the people in his stories – whether the sun was shining or it was raining.

He was the first writer who helped me appreciate and truly “see” the glory of God’s creation.