Autumn Rain

Autumn Rain

October 23, 2021

It was almost uncomfortable--this joy. I almost didn't want to feel it--foreign as it was. But then I walked out into the autumn rain, and let it fall, over me, on me, in me. It was a sweet, sweet water to the soul. And to think only the young and naïve laugh in the rain--my grown up assumption was a bit childish. We laugh because we know all things shall be well, all manner of things. Let it fall.

"Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign for ever and ever." 

Rev. 22:1-5 NIV