All I remember is waking up the next morning, sitting by my living room window with my journal and begging God for some rain. Some healing rain. Some heavy rain. Rain that would drop so hard on my face that after one minute of being in it, I would be thoroughly drenched.
Defeated, I pack up my bag and head out the door to another day of student teaching.
The radio is on and life stops as I realize the song is about rain. Not just that song, but the next one, too! Every song on the radio as I drove those 10 miles to my 6th grade classroom was about rain.
And He was listening.