I almost wrote about this last night, but it was late and I pretty much just went to bed. Anyway, I took the dogs for their last walk in the yard and while I was out there it started pouring. For about thirty seconds, it was the craziest thing, it stopped almost as quickly as it started. My own personal spring storm, localized over my head. Most people would see it as a bad thing, hell, I would on most days. But for some reason, it felt great. For those few moments I felt unbelievably alive, like He was speaking to me, I guess most of the time I'm just not listening.