This morning I awoke to thunder and thought to myself, "It's going to rain!" It hasn't done that in a month and a half. I made some biscuits and drank my coffee and waited for the clouds to break. Nothing. Not one drop. Disappointed, I went to get ready for the day. Then, when I had lost all hope, a gentle rain began to fall. We hardly ever get gentle rains in Oklahoma. We get downpours, thunderstorms, tornados, but rarely sweet and steady rain. What a beautiful thing! With my husband gone to work and my boys still sleeping, my rocking chair on the front porch was beckoning to me. And so I sat and listened to the rain hit the metal roof and drip to the ground. I could almost see the pasture grass turning green. And then I thought , "Isn't that just like God to send a gentle shower when you have given up hope of any relief at all?" This morning I am thanking Him for rocking chairs and raindrops.