I can feel You this midday, while the rain hits the roof.
The air is thin and cool, yet sometimes it gets breezy that it topples some stuff beside the window. I switch on solely the bulb near the stairwell, and let the rest hide in the gloom. I stay in my room to savor it all.
Yes, I can feel You.
You are with me, Lord, in this ordinary rainy day in a mid-September. Your presence roams the house, pervading a sense of calmness. I am alone since Wednesday with merely a brown dog with a black snout, but I am not really.
Again, You are with me.
Elaine Marie Factor 