Attending The Symphony

There is a certain magic to rain that always enlivens my attention and causes my humanity to be greatly sharpened.  These affects are made even more joyful when setting in the dark woods of early morning and I hear it start to rain, the beginning soft sound in the tops of the trees rising to a crescendo as all the leaf cymbals are played together with each tap of the drummer drops until my whole wooded symphony hall is alive with the sacred movement of Gods kind orchestra playing the hymn we have titled, “Rain”.