I was talking to a friend who spoke of her Mother's influence on her piano playing. I made some remarks about how it struck me. 

I said - "One of the things that I really liked was when you talked about what your mother said when you were playing the piano -- 

"What I remember, was that every time I sat to play piano, even today, I hear her voice behind me. She once told me to play an old hymn called 'Showers of Blessing' which I did. 

As I finished, she said “Hummmm, I didn't hear any rain?!" As I played it again, she whispered all through the song: 

“Make it rain. Make it rain"

So…I made it rain. 

When she told me to play “How Great Thou Art” she asked me to make the twinkling stars different than the roaring thunder. I did. 

To this day, that is the voice I hear and the way I play piano..." 

What struck me about that is when I hear someone preach about rain, or thunder I want to hear it and feel it! 

I must confess, I go into a coma quickly listening to lectures or monotone teaching. I suppose being raised up listening to Elvis, Ray and Janis may have tuned my ear to dramatic presentations, who knows, but if it's about rain, let me HEAR IT!

If you can't preach with genuine passion, whether you whisper or raise the rafters, please, sit down.