The Dance of the Raindrops

As we repeated words with r and rr sounds in Phonetic class today, I drifted away from the harsh rolling rr´s and became captive to the soft music of the rain. Staring out the window I watched the raindrops splash in the puddles on the concret stairs. What´s so captivating about that you might ask. Oh let me tell you.

First I was captured by how the splash of the drops flew upward once they hit the puddle. They were so random and beautiful. I wished I had my camera to take what could be an incredible picture. As I slowly tuned out more of the rolling rr´s and stared outside the Dance of the Raindrops began.

They would hit randomly and send their splendor straight upwards, some to the side, and some only a little splash. It was almost a strobe light effect at times as I never knew where they would spring up from. Sometimes they seemed almost perfectly insync and then they would separate and move around so beautifullygracefully. The more I became intrigued by this the more quiet the harsh rolling rr´s were. Then the beautiful music of the pitter patter grew. I could almost hear the softness of the splash falling around the drop. I could hear the bass of the plump raindrop that fell with such force all the way to the soprano who lightly hit and slid down the metal railing.

Oh how beautiful it was. I had never heard the rain like that before. The sad thing is that the raindrops do this dance every time but too often we never hear because we are so focused on all our sounds around. We never take the time to hear the softness of the most beautiful parts of life.

It makes me think about how I do this with God. His voice at times can be as loud as a thunderstorm but then at times His voice is that ever so quiet compostion of music for the Dance of the Raindrops. How many times I have missed out on what God was telling me or wanting to show me just because I didn´t take the time to just leave myself and be absorbed with Him.

The Dance of the Raindrops gave me so much joy today but how much more joy does He my Daddy give me when I hear Him wishpering His love to me. Nothing can be sweeter. I must learn to silent myself and enjoy Him becasue I know that I am missing out on a lot of opprotunities to experiance His soft, loving, gentle voice.