On Sat morning, I decided to ditch the car and catch the bus to run some errands. It started to pour the moment I stepped out, but instead of turning back, I merrily sploshed out into the rain in my flipflops.
There was something magical about the cool winds and splashy sounds of the rain. I enjoyed walking through the puddles of water that quickly formed, and feeling the rain beat onto my feet and legs, soaking up my capris. Then I remembered how blessed we were when we were holidaying. We had fantastic, sunny weather everyday. Even the town of Napier, which had awful weather the days before we arrived, had bright sunshiny weather the whole time we were there. God blessed us!

Rain on tarmac