Drenched in Presence

a devotion to rain

I love the rain in all her moods.
When lightning cracks open the sky—
I count the seconds,
wait for thunder’s roar to answer.

I love the boom, the shake of heaven,
the storm that says, I am here.

I love when it comes gentle,
a hush, a whisper,
barely more than a breath
against the cheek of the world.

I love when it weeps—
steady, aching,
as if the sky remembers something it lost
long ago.

And when it pours fierce—
drenching, cleansing,
pulling me into wild communion—
I stand there,
head tilted to the gray,
welcoming every drop.

Rain doesn’t ask.
It arrives as it is.
And I love her for that.
Every part of her.
Every softness, every storm.

With Grace & Ink,

Mai