Rain

I don’t mind rain, really. However, sometimes I am not prepared for the gray skies and the tears of heaven falling upon me. This summer weather transitioning into fall weather is tricky. I never know what to expect when I get up in the morning. Sometimes the forecast is wrong!

Today I didn’t want rain, but it didn’t care. It gently dropped to the ground in an almost drizzle form. The skies show no let-up, and so my dream of a sunny day must wait until another time. They predict heat again next week, but that is then and this is now.

Sometimes the weather emulates my mood. What I want though, is for the weather to be sunny so that my mood will reach up and be elevated. But in this moment the dreary sky and the little spit from above keep me in a place of gloom. I don’t like gloomy moods, but occasionally they come upon me for no good reason.
So, for now I am trying for gratefulness in the lovely green of Oregon. Without this rain there would not be this gorgeous symphony of color, which sustains me throughout the year.

I think what I need is a ride through the Columbia River Gorge. There may be places as beautiful, but I don’t believe greater beauty exists. Fortunately for me, I am taking that ride through God’s country this upcoming week. Something to look forward to and something to rejoice about.

A little piece I wrote about the most beautiful place I know:

Driving along Interstate 80 in Oregon I have such anticipation upon entering The Columbia River Gorge. The elegant and sweeping highway winds through the foothills which frame the view that can lift my weary spirit. I always gasp in amazement at this awesome spectacle.

Year round the colors are like the air I breathe. They extend deep into my pores as I once again absorb the different greens of all the trees, which surround the incredibly beautiful Columbia River. This is pure joy, for many miles, in what is a treat for the eyes and solace for the soul.