Rain House

When I was a little girl, I LOVED the rain! I still do actually, somthing about it, the cool chrisp air, the shades of gray in the sky, the need for blankets, fires in the fireplace and warm soup. But when I was a kid I used to make what I called "rain houses" I grew up in a few different houses, one of them that a lot of my childhood memories took place in was my grandma Dorothy's house, and it seems as though all of these rain houses I made were at her house, in that familiar old back yard. When it would rain, I would rush around and gather what I could to make a shelter for myself in the midst of the rain, then I would get under the shelter and watch the rain drops around me, not sure why my grandma allowed this, I can hear myself now if it were today, yelling at my own kids to get out of that rain before they catch pneumonia! I got away with a lot when I was a kid but thats a story for another time. So i would sit in this "rain house" that i had made, I would be cold, and I would get wet, but I loved it! something about being in the midst of the season, feeling it all around me, but being "safe" knowing that I had shelter. It's raining today and I remember the day's of the rain houses like they were yesterday. Though I have no desire to rush outside and build a shelter, I still have a strong desire to have shelter in the midst of the seasons in my life, to be surrounded by the beauty of change but to know and understand that I am safe, Thank you God for your shelter that covers me, and unlike my childish attempt to create a "safe place" where I got cold and wet, your shelter is secure it allows me to pass though fire and not get burned, it allows me to walk through the waters and not be over taken by them.