
I love the sound of rain. When I hear it pouring outside, I think, showers of blessings are on the way. It also reminds me of a hymn I sang in church as a boy entitled, “There Shall be Showers of Blessing.” The first verse and chorus go,
There shall be showers of blessing
This is the promise of love
There shall be seasons refreshing
Sent from the Savior above
Showers of blessing
Showers of blessing we need
Mercy-drops round us are falling
But for the showers we plead
Growing up, my houses in Trinidad had galvanized roofs. So, when the rain poured it sounded like a watery roar. My siblings and I usually became excited. We’d run to the window and peer outside to witness the sheets of water drenching the yard. If thunder and lightning joined in, my sisters would sometimes hide under a bed. When it pours, it also feels like cozy inside weather. And yes, it is raining as I pen this.
More times than not, there would be an accompanying blessing in my physical world when it pours outside.
Today, reflect on one of your pleasant childhood memories.
I will make them and the places surrounding my hill a blessing. I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessing.
(NIV, Ezekiel 34:26)




