Rain inspires me. I guess that’s why I love winter so much. Maybe it’s because rain makes everything clean and fresh and new. My favorite way to enjoy such days is to take a bike ride and observe all the misty goodness of it.
I love how the clouds reflect in the puddle.
Looking around I sometimes wonder how I even get to live in such a place. It’s not like I worked so hard to buy some land and build something or what-have-you. I was simply born into the right family. That’s how it is with God’s grace. God is good to us because we’re in his family, not because we were good enough to earn his forgiveness and help. He washes us and makes us clean like the rain washes the dust of the trees. It’s a beautiful thing.