This summer it seems to have rained every other day or two here in Toronto. It’s only mid-August and we’ve already surpassed existing records for total rainfall and summer isn’t even over yet. It seems as if ‘April showers’ never ended.

Last summer was one of the driest summers on record, so, we were due I suppose. And to complete the thought, ‘May flowers’ are still doing great.

Preparing a cup of coffee to take with me into the bath (my one guilt-free pleasure is to enjoy a steamy cup of coffee while taking a leisurely hot bath), I moved to the balcony to watch the progression of the rainstorm as the coffee water was heating up. A flash of lightning; it begins. Some amazing clouds that for no better description appeared to be ‘upside down’. It was like early morning fog on a lake; that rumbly-looking turbulence. Only this was sky-high, and ‘upside down’. I steadied my grip on the handrail of the balcony. I felt a little bit dizzy.

The hail began to fall; -this was more than an ordinary rainstorm. But I could see blue sky in the distance so I knew that this would not last long. The relief was welcome; a reduction in humidity, temperature, and bonus, -the quality of the air would be better.

I noticed a silky starburst orb of a floating seed float lazily by completely unaffected by any the large raindrops pummeling down. I contemplated the path of the seed, how it effortlessly avoided collision with raindrops, immune from imminent smack down. Immunity. That must be what Grace is, the ability to move through torrents of ammunition, fear, anger, jealously, hatred, -pure of purpose and mission and with complete impunity. I decided to let this image live with me for a while. It feels quite at home.

The coffee and the bath were great. I felt unusually cleansed and refreshed, emerging from the bath this time. I feel a little bit renewed.

And how like is that to just after a rainstorm?