“And a great windstorm arose, and the waves were breaking into the boat, so that the boat was already filling. But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion. And they woke him and said to him, “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?” And he awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Peace! Be still!” And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. He said to them, “Why are you so afraid? Have you still no faith?” Mark 4:37-40 ESV
I love falling asleep to the sound of rain. Even as a little girl growing up in the Caribbean, I loved the soothing sound of raindrops dancing on our galvanize roof top.
I love it so much I found the next best thing – YouTube videos – thanks to a simple search phrase – “raindrops on a tin roof”.
And while the videos are a good substitute, they aren’t quite as calming and comforting as hearing a real life rainstorm.
Some days, I’ll check the weather forecast to see what nights it will rain.
Like a kid eagerly anticipating their next treat, I look forward to cuddling up in bed and falling asleep to one of my favorite sounds.
If only it were the same when it came to the storms of life. That kind of downpour I can absolutely live without.
Maybe it’s because they’re unexpected and there’s no app to forecast when they’ll come or how long they’ll last.
