I love the rain.

On the way home from church tonight I stopped at CVS. Leaving CVS it was raining. Beautiful raindrops. The kind of fine mist that only comes in early summer, each rain drop tiny in size but somehow all those tiny raindrops come in sheets so that before you know it you are drenched- but don't seem to mind. I've finally accepted it's okay to cry. Perhaps not at certain opportune moments- but somehow the tears releive the pressure gauge that's squeezing my brain. I think rain is a gentle Divine encouragement or maybe it's just the earth's gigantic pressure gauge.