Our Praise to God

To begin with you'll need to understand I'm a a science fiction nut.
A wall of translucent blue light form at the back walls of the sanctuary. From there it began moving slowly toward the alter. It moved through and around every one and everything in the sanctuary. Everyone had been touched or had touched the light as it moved toward the alter. The light as it moved contracted down to a spot on the alter just behind the podium about the size of a half dollar. The light at this point was no longer blue but a pure white, blindingly bright. Then a beam shot straight up from the point of light. And this is were the scene changed. I saw the beam shoots through the floor of the thrown room of heaven and rise up over the thrown and spread out like a fountain. Space the fountain sprayed out multicolor specs of light that turned to rain drops as they fell. As it fell I solved the Father rise in the thrown. He stretched out his arms with his palms facing up and leaned his head back. The posture reminds me of a farmer that is getting rained on for the first time after a long drought. The rain came down like a gentle spring rain. And he drew in a large breath through his nose to smell the rain. Then the father began to dance in the rain. Like a 10-year-old boy would play in the rain on a beautiful spring day. Then a voice asked him "Why are you reveling in this so much?" The Father with a smile in his face from ear to ear replied "Because this...is a gift... from my kids."