Life isn't all about productivity. My sister and I stood under the eaves of the school, drinking in the rain with our eyes. With our ears. With our souls. We sang. We sighed. We worshiped. We lived together for a few minutes of just being in the wonder of rain.
While riding home in a taxi, a teacher in the Middle East looks out the window and paints a charming word picture of life in her dusty town and points out a little present of beauty from her awesome God.