raindrops are fallin' on my head

After checking out at walmart to buy my 'back to school' necessities, i looked outside and it was pouring. Pouring as in, the raindrops looked like they would damage the skin. I looked at three teenage girls soaked from head to toe, actually dripping. I started to creep away from the automatic door and readjust my belongings so that it wouldn't get ruined.
I never run out in the rain, because one time when my neighbor and I finished karate practice (we were ten), we were trying to run into her house during a huge rain storm. I was okay, but when my friend entered the garage, she slipped and slid her foot right into her 4x4's muffler.
So running is a no-no.
So I tried to map out my light jogging route to my car. I speed walked/jogged and it hurt. after getting in the car, I looked at myself and it really looked like I jumped into the pool with my clothes on. And literally, 10 SECONDS after I got in the car, the rain became less and stopped. I laughed out loud! If I just waited LESS than a minute, I wouldn't have had to be uncomfortably soaked in rain water.
But quite honestly, I was happy and I think I really liked the rain today.
At first, right after the rain stopped, I kept thinking 'wow if i just waited one minute, i wouldn't have had to go through that'. But then it made me think of all the obstacles that I've been through in my life.
If I just tried to rewind and redo everything so I wouldn't have any struggles, have my life be more convenient, have my life be a little easier, a little less devestating, when would I learn? And when would I be able to appreciate if life didn't have struggles? I think of the major hardships I've gone through and how they've really shaped and structured who I am today. and with each hardship, I've always experienced, learned, and become stronger and wiser.
So getting caught in that rain was great, and made me really feel God's presence :)

Always check your children's homework.

(Here’s the reply the teacher received the following day)

Dear Mrs. Imerfall,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer.
I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn’t show me dancing around a pole. It’s supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.
From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Chester