Shortly after daybreak, I step outside and let the warm summer rain wash over me.  Being in nature always feels like an invitation to grow closer to God. The water streams down my brow in tiny rivulets, and I amble down the muddy road.  The cacophony of water falling on the canopy overhead drowns out every other noise.  The songbirds, insects, and tree frogs are all silent. Most likely, they are hidden away in their forest homes—hunkered down and waiting for the sun to emerge. I think of my family back at the cabin.  They’re probably playing board games and eating pancakes.  Like the animals, they’re waiting out the deluge.…