I woke up early this morning and decided to watch the sunrise.
I made some coffee and headed to the deck where I hang with God in the mornings, turned my chair to the east, and waited.
But there was no peeking light coming over the houses and trees, and the sky never filled with morning colors. I waited....
Finally, I realized the usually bright colored clear sky was puffy and grey and filled with clouds, and I smiled.
One day those clouds are going to drop rain. I don't know if it is today. I'd love for it to be, but even if it isn't, I know one day those wonderful puffy grey clouds are going to be fat with rain and let it all down at my house.
They are going to pour out a slow, soaking rain of saturating proportions. It is going to last a few days at least, maybe more than a week. And the drop are going to fall, and it is going to smell good and feel good and be good.
I am still smiling writing this. I love the sunrise. I love the colors and the light slipping into the darkness. This morning, though, I am really loving clouds.