Glory in an Afternoon Shower

Today I rode my bike home in GLORY. 


The voice of God echoed in the heavens. Fat drops of water, the kind a Midwest girl expects in a rain storm, pelted down. The wind gusted, asserting its existence. The clouds formed a blanket. How close the earth is to heaven!
And yet. 
Sunshine burst gloriously, lighting the world as if for the first time. The hues of the trees and the fields and the houses stood out, making everything look fresh and vibrant. The sky looked so blue it was like as to change your eye color just staring at it. 


And I got to experience this glory all around me, on the way home from school. 
A wonder of a moment.