The Sound of Rain; Dream of Green Moon

Is there a sound of heavy rain and wind? 

A thought that came to mind after the reading of 1 Kings 17/18 today. It was a reminder that I am covered by His protection, His pinions in the storm. And to have a heart of reverence with my face between my knees after the lightening strikes at His command and mighty will - whatever that may be.

The feeling, image, circumstance in the mind - so I may remember better:

I wonder for how long David knew he would be facing Goliath before the stone struck and the giant toppled. 

Or how long Elijah knew in advance he would being facing Jezebel's darkness and the Prophets of Baal. (I need to read that whole story)

I wonder how long the leaves appear before summer is here. I see mine now in the garden after the recent rains.

Luk 21:30 ESV — As soon as they come out in leaf, you see for yourselves and know that the summer is already near.

I wonder how long the darkness covers the earth and the people before the light is seen.

Isa 60:2 ESV — For behold, darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness the peoples; but the LORD will arise upon you, and his glory will be seen upon you.

Or if I will be attentive enough, to hear the whisper? I pray I for ears to hear. For I see His wonderous ways of speaking.

1Ki 19:12 ESV — And after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper.

The strangest dream I woke early too on 6/4 that is quite the story, reflection of life happenings perhaps:

A dream of a fight that did not happen in the grungy pub with my family in attendance, the game of matching cards that removed an article of clothing, a dog walking on its hind legs with a woman in a police costume putting on its diaper, the peace or lack of embarrassment I had as I was on the toilet with half a curtain as a door in conversation with a stranger that didn't believe my words- I needed to be careful of the toilet paper selection so as to not clog the old sewers, my revelry with the poor and the rough crowd as the night countiued- an odd crew but we became friends that night, the woman I spoke to whom I shared my testimony of Jesus with who had an eating disorder & she had not eaten for many days but was still puking up things, and the photo op in the moon which was green colored as I walked the streets during the celebration.

Does a new thing begin? I watch and wait and listen.