God's Making Popcorn

Last night it was raining hard. Around 4:00 in the morning Mckenna woke up to go potty and heard the rain. I laid in bed with her for a few minutes at her request to snuggle. She whispered to me "I think someone is playing drums." I told her that was just the rain on the roof. A minute later she whispered, "No Mommy, I think God is making popcorn."