Cleansing Rains

I love the rain. I love sitting inside, listening to it beat down on the building around me. I love the smell. I love the feeling it gives me. One thing I love is how refreshing it is, how it seems to wash everything clean. A fresh new start when things seem to go stale. It makes me thankful to be alive. The symbolism is extraordinary. I'm brought to a place of spiritual contentment. God seems to speak to me in the gentle droplets that cascade from the endless skies. He reminds me where I was before I knew Him. I can look at that point in my life, accept it for what it was, and rejoice in His cleansing nature. He teaches me, He saves me, and above all, He loves me. It reminds me of the scene in Shawshank Redemption, where Andy finally breaks free and is standing in the field, arms raised in victory as the rain surrounds him. His freedom, after years of imprisonment, reflected in the healing waters pouring over him. After years of spiritual imprisonment, after fighting what seems to be a losing battle, we as Christians triumph. It is so simple, yet the ramifications are endless.