A Song through the Rain

It was finally raining. After days and days of scorching and unnatural heat, the earth was creaking in the welcome moisture. My siblings and I did what any normal human beings would do when it started to rain - headed to the dam to soak and enjoy the tingle of the tiny water droplets on our faces. I lay luxuriously on the tractor tube, floating here and there and admiring the water's dimpled surface. I turned my face towards the sky and tried to keep my eyes open between raindrops to admire the silver rivulets falling from the sky. If I had of wanted to raise my head, I would have noticed Hannah, Ella, and Jack all on their own personal floating islands, enjoying the experience. We didn't want to talk.
The rain got heavier. Speaking was now impossible - even if we wanted to communicate, we would have had to yell. Patiently waiting was not even necessary - I didn't want it to be over. Each tiny droplet that thumped onto my skin was like a gentle balm. But, slowly the stream eased and the pounding of the rain dulled into that musical sprinkling sound of water meeting water. It was than that I heard it, through the music came the warbling of a tiny bird. Sweet as the sound of a child's laughter and as soft as the sound of the wind in the trees. It was then that it hit me: when it seems that the beauty of the bird's song goes silent in the rain, the wind and the storm, it's only because it is clouded by the other sounds.

Sometimes it's like that with God's voice. When we are dancing in the sunshine of His grace and protection, His voice sings loud and clear like a church bell on a quiet, still, misty morning. But when the clouds cover over the azure blue of the sky and the wind picks up and the rain begins to pound the earth, suddenly we feel like God has gone silent and we wonder if He really cares.
What we can't feel, we find hard to understand. And when the tough times come and our minds are crowded with worry and voices pulling us every-which-way, we can't hear God's voice. It's not that He is not speaking but that our ears are distracted from hearing His voice.
It comes down to be tuned to His voice. If we allow ourselves to concentrate on the worries and the hurries of this world, the song of God becomes quiet and distant in the times of storm. But if during the springtimes of life, the summers of life, the autumns of life and the winters of life, His song is the soundtrack of our days, when the wind and the rain blows strong, we will hear the melody of His voice even through the storm.