Rainy days bring back fond memories of my childhood. My family used to live in a small town in southern Ohio. We were three streets from the Ohio River, actually, and were living in as much of a “downtown” as that little city could really offer.
I loved every second of living in that house with the white picket fence on 410 Third Avenue.
Rainy days were some of my favorite. I love them still because they always bring back vivid images of little me looking out the window at cars driving past our house. The sound of tires on wet pavement is comforting to me. The swish of the water as it’s splashed behind and beside the car; and the smell, oh, the smell of rain and cool air speaks rest to my heart.
I need a rainy day every now and then. I need it to remind me of fond memories and fond people. I need it to feel like a kid again. And I need it to remind me of how far God has brought me in my life.
Those memories of me as a child playing on the sidewalk in front of my house on Third Avenue in a small town just three streets away from the Ohio River somehow breathe a little life back into my heart when I am wearied by life.
Rain also reminds me that the sun is a gift. I take many gifts like the sun for granted, and I often wish for a rainy day to set me right again.
I’m thankful today for the rain, and for the beautiful story God is writing for my life. I’ve come very far, but still have so very far left to go.
I’m excited for the rainy days to come.