Today and yesterday it's been rainy and overcast in Indy. In the spring (which I know it's still winter, but it feels like spring here!), I try to remember something my mom used to say: "It's the kind of rain that makes the flowers grow!"
She would be so excited to see that gentle, misty, steady rain that falls on tilled earth without damaging the new seedlings, but instead slowly soaks them to their tender roots.
Every time it is rainy and kinda depressing out, I remember to bless that rain. Without it, we'd see none of the colors, plants, growth, or magic that spring is made of!
Today I'm thankful for the rain that makes the flowers grow--even if it didn't do wonders for my hair. ;)
Yes! I'm always trying to get my students to think of weather as it pertains to all of the other species we share our communities with! Kudos to your mother for instilling this lesson in you at a young age.
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