It was so good to wake up to rain today, The Gardner (a.k.a. Spouse) called it a "British rain." I was happy not to have to go anywhere, for I love a rainy day at home. After a week of tropical-type afternoon thunderstorms, this is a gentle, soaking, replenishing rain. Of course the Gardener is thrilled for his garden and stubborn new grass, but mostly he said, "I hope everyone is looking at this rain and remembering." Remembering our beseeching God for rain last year in the midst of one of the worst draughts. Take note, for God is answering.
Meanwhile, it would be nice to take a nap on the porch today. We say about these days, "It's a British kind of day." Time for a cup of tea. Thank you, Lord.