Subject : Rain

So I was over at my Grandparents place from late Sunday till Monday evening. We were planning to have ourselves a bonfire but it didn't workout. The one event that prevents families and friends from enjoying a nice fire outside, roasting marshmallows, making smores, simply playing with the fire itself is of Course a Thunderstorm. Looking at the clouds above us we were convinced that Sunday night was not a good night for being outside, wind was picking up, clouds were black, and hung real low as to intimidate us with its immense size. And as everyone was heading inside I noticed something, something in the air, it was a smell, a smell of something extremely original, something we have not yet been able to duplicate in any form, it was the Smell of Rain. There is something about that scent that is uplifting to me, the scent that the "Forest" at my Grandparents place gives off is simply Heavenly. I could honestly feel something inside myself pushing me to go outside and walk in the darkness amongst the trees only to take in the smell of something so freeing to me. This whole blog is weird, and I think it makes me sound like a little fairy boy, but I simply don't care. I wonder if the Bible talks about the smell of Rain, and maybe God's intentions for it, that would be awesome. I'd like to know if something as this has the power in it to free people from certain sins in there life, to bring a sense of peace to the mind and soul. I do find peace in Rain, I enjoy how we can go with a week of amazing weather and then at the end give the sky its time to cry, its time to unleash on us its worries. We all know that when a Thunderstorm comes in we hope it will speak for us, that the black sky of clouds and noise and bolts of light will maybe free us of our own chaos inside ourselves. (don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talkin 'bout). It's ok though. The image I have in my head is so simple. The Sky cries, lets it all out, and when its all done, the grass is greener then it was before, there is more of it, the smell is richer and fuller and pure. Pure being the biggest one for me, its pure, there are no impurities in the smell of natural rain covering the trees of a forest or park. If I had my way I'd be walking around in the woods, lost, but content in what I'm doing, how I feel...Till I got hungry, but still. I'm not the only one who enjoys this, I know a few peeps that love it as well. And I figure, Jesus loves Rain, it draws our attention to his higher place. He Rains on us. This to me is a smell that all the crack-heads, meth addicts, and people hooked on death should completely wrap themselves into, they can take as much as they'd like. I figure I've been quiet for a while, but I'm still here.