A pluviophile is someone who loves rain. It is someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. Now, I got this definition from Tumblr so don’t quote me. But I for one am such a pluviophile.

The other day, I sat on my balcony watching the raindrops dance on the sidewalk, thinking of nothing in particular. I was simply enjoying the rain. Listening to the thunder crackle, watching the lightening paint the sky. I love it all.

This may have to do with my Floridian roots. Being 5 minutes from the ocean often means thunderstorms every other day. If you’ve never experienced a lightning storm in Florida, it is quite possibly the most magical visions you will see in your lifetime. When I was a little girl living in  Florida, these amazingly loud thunderstorms were the soundtrack for my naps. The repetitious pattern of the raindrops hitting my window matched with the gentle rumble of thunder put me to sleep every time. Naturally, I’ve learned to love the rain.

However, the rain in the physical is quite different from the rain in the spiritual. I’ve been in the middle of a storm for quite some time now. I’ve done things that some of my friends would instantly disown me for. But even outside of my sin, turning my face towards the one who died for it all, I find myself still in this storm, terrified of what might happen next. I became frightened by the lightning, thinking that it’ll strike me next.

But I hear God saying, “Dance.” “For what, Lord? So the lightning can better identify where to strike?” “Dance,” He says. “But it’s safe under this hiding place.” “Enjoy the rain. Dance.”

To be such a pluviophile, I surely don’t like this season. This rainy season. I haven’t seen the sun in quite some time. But, I will dance. Hiding under His wings, and not the shelter I’ve created for myself, I will dance. Even when I don’t really feel like it, I will dance.

I will be waiting for the sun to shine again. But until then, I will dance.

You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.

You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,

that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.

O  lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!

Psalm 30:11 NLT

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