Opening my office window I could smell the April showers. A flash of light brightened the world followed by thunder rolling through the clouds. I can’t be stopped from being drawn to this cleansing wetness but I restrained myself from going for the drenching my inner self would like. I instead stood on the stoop while reaching out my hand, bringing raindrops back to my face.
How sweet are the gifts of heaven if we can be open to see and receive them?