Larry and I spent much of the day tackling chores. Between one of many loads of laundry, I went out to check on him. He had great news.
“I think it’s going to rain. Go look at it.”
I walked out and sat on the tailgate of his truck and took in the clouds that indeed promised rain — something we haven’t had for a while.
Larry joined me on the tailgate, and we talked for a few minutes. Then the raindrops started.
Splat. Splat. Splat.
“How about that?”
“I love it. Maybe we should sit out here and let it rain on us.”
Larry shook his head and led me to the garage in a few long strides. We’d barely stepped under the overhang when the bottom fell out. We just stood and watched it rain for a long moment, offering thanks to God for the relief.