It rained in the desert yesterday. I had forgotten how giddy people who live in the desert become when thunder clouds roll in and a cooler breeze begins to blow. I sat in my car and waited for my husband, son, and nephew to exit the movie theater and watched the skies darken. It was neat to see the first reactions of all the people leaving the building.
The dramatic change from the hot and bright summer sun that had followed them into the theater two hours earlier brought a look of surprise to each moviegoer’s face. One lady, in particular, didn’t even attempt to restrain her enthusiasm. She walked out, looked up to the heavens, stretched out her arms, and smiled wide. As she walked by my car, our eyes briefly locked and she mouthed the words wow.
This morning, as I continued my trip through the Bible, I read the story of Elijah (1 King 18) who prayed for rain. I thought about the rejoicing lady I saw leaving the theater yesterday. Her heart was dancing and singing in anticipation. I’m certain of it.
It rained in the desert yesterday. It was beautiful.