I love post-storm skies. Air stripped clean of particulate and smog, the blue is unlike anything...but from the Hands of God. And the fragrance...Petrichor.
As the wind blew raindrop kisses off leaves, I thought of Psalms 8, particularly the 4th verse, "what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You care for him?"
It is remarkable to way we are loved, despite who we are, despite what we have or not, that we are steeped in Grace.