I remember my cousin and I going to catch tadpoles down by the creek when we were about 3. I loved the water, the sounds it made, I loved the grassy place we ran through to get to the creek, and I adored the horses a neighbor had. I loved the trees in our yard and the one I helped my father plant in the front yard. It’s still there! I saw it on Google Maps! And I used to believe that raindrops were the tears of God and that He was weeping over the world. To say that rain was awe-inspiring for me would be an understatement. 🙂 I used to stand in the backyard – in the rain – and sing to Him so He wouldn’t be sad anymore, lol.