Rain is such a paradox, is it not. It is refreshing on a hot day. It greens the grass and feeds the trees. It takes dry plants and makes them supple again. It clears the smog and drowns the pollen.
But..., and this is big pause, it should only be taken in small doses. Only we are not the nursemaid here. With overdoses come floods and landslides, broken homes and broken dreams. With it comes fear and uncertainty, sometimes gratitude and relief amid loss.
How does a writer use rain? In all of the above ways and more. Rain can signify spring and new beginnings. It can literally be life-giving and figuratively as well. It's absence can bring the opposite. However, it is more. It is as tears of sorrow or ones of joy. Rain clears and cleans body, mind or soul. It reflects images and light. It is the bringer of things precious or dangerous and yet still can carry all these away. It is powerful, in the right hands.
It is definitely powerful in His.
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