After living in haze for almost a month, I long badly for the rain to fall. I heard thunders just before I went to bed last night, hoping that it would rain the whole night while I was sleeping… and it did.
I woke up this morning listening to the soft trickle of rain that sounds like music in my ear. The rhythm of the falling rain was joined by the singing of the birds. I thought I never heard so many styles of bird songs coming from so many kinds of bird. The birds knew and are happy that the rain would make the air clean again.
I look up the sky but I couldn't tell if its clear because of the thick clouds. I'll know later when the sun shines through. Perhaps the rain was not enough, but it's good enough for me.
My wife and I went to work this morning on a motorcycle, I enjoyed the feel of cool clean air in my hair and skin as we speed along. I took a deep breath and tasted the sweet air inside my lungs. I was feeling better again. Clean air is a precious gift from God that I have taken for granted. Never again. I thank the Lord for the rain and the fresh air this morning.
The rain has stopped but I can still hear the birds singing...