Rain of Mercy.

I love rain.

No, not that Korean hunk who happens to share the same name as the elements.

I'm talking about rain, downpour, drizzles, tears from heaven etc.

There's something in me that springs up with delight whenever it rains. I always believe that there's something magical in tha rain; something that renews, that calms me down. The sound of thunder and flashes of lightning, the image of rain pouring down on a dry land simply gets to me.

It's really pretty, as i remember a picture of old that i recently saw - a picture of the Scottish Highlands...

...and it was raining.

Pretty.

Contrary to alot of other people, i simply love the feeling of standing in the middle of a downpour, as long as my attire permits me, and allow the rain to simply fall on me, running thru my hair (or what's left of it) and down my face. I remember the time when i had my situational test at Pulau Tekong, as i ran from cover to cover, heaven poured forth little droplets of rain, and at that moment, it all became surreal.

Weird isn't it? The kind of things we love.

Rain of mercy.

Rain of mercy that falls on all His children, sweet rain that pours forth from heaven unto the little children.

Pretty.

"The LORD will open the heavens, the storehouse of his bounty, to send rain on your land in season and to bless all the work of your hands. You will lend to many nations but will borrow from none.
The LORD will make you the head, not the tail. If you pay attention to the commands of the LORD your God that I give you this day and carefully follow them, you will always be at the top, never at the bottom. Do not turn aside from any of the commands I give you today, to the right or to the left, following other gods and serving them."
~ Deuteronomy 28:12-14

I will obey, because I love You...

...and i don't want the rain to stop.