I love the rain. There is something about the smell of it and how it washes everything clean. Once it stops the world seems new and bright. Almost like the water saturated all the colors bringing them to life. The ping ping ping of the droplets impacting the ground is mesmerizing and the way the water pools moving toward the lowest point makes some things look seamless.
Whenever it rains I am flooded with memories. Once I ran through the gardens of Versailles in the rain, taught a little boy how to jump into puddles and sat huddled in a cabin with friends as the rain came down around us. It brings rainbows reminding us of God’s promise and clear blue skies full of endless possibilities. There have been good days that the rain felt filled with joy and sad ones that it seemed the world was crying with me.
Today was an odd rainy day. From my perspective it was nothing extraordinary. I enjoyed the ping ping ping of it falling and the fresh green color it painted the trees when it was over. But for a friend it was a day of mourning and the world cried with her. My prayer has been that the rain helped give her comfort in sadness, but also makes her feel ready to move forward as she continues to come to terms with her loss. There is nothing that can wipe a slate clean, no rainstorm is that strong, but I would like to think that it can give you a push forward and refresh your outlook.
Healing takes time, but for me, and hopefully her, the rain helps.
Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.