Raindrops

Photo courtesy of Thomas Hawk

It’s raining here tonight in SoCal. I’m sitting in a room with an open vaulted ceiling. No insulation. The rain drops can be heard hitting all corners of the room. Without seeing, my ears work at measuring the the size of the roof. There is a draft in the room. Water is hitting the air conditioning unit mounted in the window.

I am thinking about the old dishwasher sitting exposed in the backyard. The fresh cut grass and my 1995 Taurus in the driveway that received a quick 15 minute hand wash this morning. I’m thinking about a phone call from a friend calling to check in to say hey I have not seen you at church for a while. We talked about how good God was and how the days are spiritually getting lighter and darker at the same time. He was genuinely excited for us. He called about an hour later simply to say that he would miss us.

I’m thinking about the visit to my daughter’s school today. Her class had a Thanksgiving meal for parents and students. I made goulash. Elizabeth wrote a speech of Thankfulness. She had memorized it and delivered the speech to her 6th grade class. I was very proud of her. The visit was just long enough. I came home and did some yard work. When Jennifer arrived home from school, we laughed a bit at our ‘kitchen tornado experiment‘ then grabbed some dinner. A couple of rented movies later and the kids are now in bed. I’m here typing this and listening to the raindrops hitting the roof. Lights out and I’m heading upstairs to play the tooth fairy to my 6YO son.