Rain splats, shifts, drip-drops, spotting our skin  and reminding us that we have bodies as well as brains--that our souls are clothed through God's creativity with flesh that lets us sense in a marvelous way. The rain drops harbor coolness where they catch in our clothing. They scent of relief--joy for hot, tired plants; for hot, tired people; for hot, cracking soil. A song describes Jesus' name as being "like the fragrance after the rain." I want to embrace that wonder of His Being--to let Him catch me in my hot, dry ruts and wake me to a world rejoicing in His life.