Mapleton woke up to gray skies today – gray skies that are now dumping down a lovely, steady drizzle of wonderful rain.
I grew up in a beautiful place that was wet and green. Rain was the most ordinary of events, taken totally for granted.
But now that I live in a beautiful place that is brown and dry – and this year, blackening under savage wildfires - rain is an extraordinary event, one to be down-on-your-knees grateful for.
In fact, many in Mapleton have been praying for rain. Some have even been fasting.
Now that the rain is falling, and the air is clean and cool and sweet instead of hot and filled with smoke – it might be well to take a moment to stop and be profoundly grateful for that most ordinary, extraordinary blessing: rain.