I love the clouds here- how they billow up all poofy white and gray against the brilliant blue sky, a promise of rain in the midst of the sticky heat.
It reminds of this story of Elijah.
1 Kings 18:41-46
And Elijah said to Ahab, “Go, eat and drink, for there is the sound of a heavy rain.” So Ahab went off to eat and drink, but Elijah climbed to the top of Carmel, bent down to the ground and put his face between his knees.
“Go and look toward the sea,” he told his servant. And he went up and looked.
“There is nothing there,” he said.
Seven times Elijah said, “Go back.”
The seventh time the servant reported, “A cloud as small as a man’s hand is rising from the sea.”
So Elijah said, “Go and tell Ahab, ‘Hitch up your chariot and go down before the rain stops you.’”
Meanwhile, the sky grew black with clouds, the wind rose, a heavy rain started falling and Ahab rode off to Jezreel. The power of the Lord came on Elijah and, tucking his cloak into his belt, he ran ahead of Ahab all the way to Jezreel.
It is not like Elijah was looking for a good thunderstorm in the midst of Southeast Asia rainy season. There had been a drought for 3 years. Years of waiting. Now God said He was going to send rain and Elijah believed Him.
Faith. He had faith to see the tiniest answer and know God was about to work. The clouds here remind me to believe this God who brings about breakthroughs and answers in the little ways I see every day, to have faith that He is working even when I can’t see.