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Rainstorms and miracles

Sometimes, when we're feeling down, God sends us something really simple to lift us up.

This seems like a really easy idea to grasp, but think about the implications of it. For example: I'm an American teenage girl, one of millions just like myself. Yet, He knew that I was feeling down today. He knew how badly I was missing my friends, how parched my thirst for adventure was getting, how much I was wishing for things that I couldn't have, or couldn't have yet. 

Furthermore, He knew one simple, easy thing that would lift my mood, cause me to smile again: Dancing in the rain. 

So He sent me a little rainstorm. And He knew I would go dance in it, thanks to a certain friend who tells me that if I don't dance in the rain, I'll wish I had later. 

I looked out the window and heard the rain, and knew that my friend was right... if I didn't dance in the rain now, I would regret it later. So I got up and went outside and danced in the rain. And I laughed. Because it was sunny and raining at the same time. The rain was pleasantly cool, but the puddles under my feet were hot from the heat of the cement. The little breeze that came with the rain stroked my face and neck and lifted the loose tendrils of my hair, as cool little raindrops found my skin. And then it was gone. it was just a small miracle to lift my spirits. But it was a beautiful rainstorm.

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