Yesterday I drove through a thunderstorm. The streets were flooding as they do during a hard rain in Houston. Lightning strikes lit up the dark sky just above my car. I felt discombobulated but managed to make it home.
This time last year there was a terrible drought here. The grew was brown and dead. The ground was parched. There was talk off a prolonged dry spell. Environmental apocalyptics came out of the closet to proclaim the end of the world as we know it.
Then, finally, it rained. People stops outside just to smell it. Water never felt so good. Maybe the psalmist had a similar experience of God's fresh earth policy. Thankful hearts abound. Green hills beckon.
"God covers the heavens with clouds, prepares rain for the earth, makes grass grow on the hills." -Psalm 147:8