Pounding Rain, Healing Rain
Tapping, pinging, pounding; whatever decibel the falling rain assumes as it hits against the the tin roof of my barn; whatever level of deluge God sends down, it brings peace to my soul. Anyone who has experienced the soothing sound of rain on on tin roof knows of what I speak. Combining that with the monotone hay munching of six, seven, or eight horses in a cloud-darkened barn creates an atmosphere of the utmost simplistically profound peace, words are inept to describe. Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty!
Shew...
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That's kind of funny... a big building owned by the water company is right next to me, and there's no gutter spout at the end of the gutter, so water pours off the end and drops 25-30 feet to the ground. That makes such a relaxing sound, and I kind of reveled in it, yesterday, as you were enjoying the sounds of rain on the tin roof.
God is amazing, and the ways He gives us to enjoy this world are plentiful!
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