The rain in Spain is very plain...

But in Seoul it's torrential.

I had forgotten what real rain was... this place has gotten more rain in an hour than Lhasa does in a year.

Ode to Seoul Rain:
It is
absolutely flooding.
Am I swimming or
walking down the street?
Great sheets of
water.
This city must be located under a
heavenly faucet which someone has just left on all day.
Where is the ark?
Forging
great rivers equipped only with an umbrella.
Rainy day in Seoul.

My first thoughts on rain was gratitude which quickly turned into discomfort, not because my pants were instantly soaked up to the knees but because of the excess. It's just too much water, it's more than what this city needs, it's a waste.

The image that came to mind as I splashed between subways and wandered damply around the Seoul History Muesum was one of an angry child being told that he has to wash the car and instead of doing it methodically and carefully, thus actually cleaning it, in a vain fit of rage just throwing dozens of buckets of water all over it. If the Father wants to wash this city from its whoring to consumerism then this much rain is a show of desperation, isn't it?

Then this damp thought swam to the surface: As the rain which comes down from heaven and does not return to it without watering the earth so My word goes out from My mouth, it will not return to me empty but will achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

This rain is not the frivolity of some cranky school child, it is the profusion of a heavenly Father who has opened His arms in grace and pours it out, in the same overwhelming quanities as this rain, over the earth achieving the very purpose for which He sent it.

Who am I to question such excess?

Instead allow me to join in the spiritual water fight with this: You heavens above rain down righteousness, let the clouds shower it down. Let the earth open wide, let salvation spring up...

My pants will never be dry again.