There I was… At about 9,000 feet looking at a stormfront moving in…
At 60 to 70 feet away it stopped snowing, hailing, raining… All at once.
The storm just wasn’t moving and then it slowly started toward me again.
A softer wind pushing it my way.
I was looking for rock crevice shelter and then something came over me.
I stood in wonder; I didn’t care if I got soaked…
I just accepted the grace of it all. A cleansing baptism of sorts.
This gift of rain came within 30 feet of me and stopped for good.
As if nature just curtseyed to me.
I bowed in return… Electric in spirit and wondering how I might repay the favor.
All I could do was say Thank You.
I knew my place there, and I felt my humility.