Washed away.

My plan was to go for a run this evening, but the humidity got the best of me so I settled for a walk. I did a little over 2 miles and I could see the threat of rain in the sky. I was so close to making it home before the rain came. I was about a mile from home it started to sprinkle, but I had all the faith in the world that I would make it home before the predicted thunder and lightning hit. When I made it approximately a half mile away the sky opened up and began to pour. I was drenched within a block. It was the perfect warm rain that I love to run in, and a part of me thought of getting home, changing into running shoes and heading back out the door. Unfortunately, the thunder told me staying home was the better decision.

It was fun getting caught in the rain. It made me feel like all the worries from my day were washed away and made me feel a little more prepared for the days to follow. I really do love the rain.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

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The rain.

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.

Rain.

I love the sound of the rain as it just starts to fall. There is an odd calm then as the first few drops fall there is the soothing rhythm that surrounds you. Rain always makes everything feels fresh, new and clean. Perhaps as it rains tonight I will feel refreshed and ready to conquer whatever comes my way.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

Weather.

I am not a fan of storms. As a child I was fearless, so I am not really sure when the dislike started. The chances of actually getting hit by lightning or having a tree fall on you is pretty slim, but it doesn’t stop me from wishing the lightning would go away. My fear must be a creation of my own making, kind of going along the theme of the more you know the more you know you do not know.

Even as an adult I have used the “if I am under the covers nothing can hurt me” method of tricking myself into feeling safe. There is something truly magical about laying in your bed warm and cozy, it is a safe place to face your fears. At the moment I have so many fears I am not sure where to start. I have found a good nights sleep helps me put my best foot forward when staying in bed is not an option.

At some point I will stop dreading the small things that come my way. Someday the fear will start to dissipate. I am not sure I will ever run into a storm, but at least I know I can weather anything that comes my way.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.

Petrichor.

I have always loved the rain, a steady shower on a warm day makes everything feel fresh and new. It settles the dust and everything smells so good. Many days in past weeks I have wished for the comfort of a spring shower. Instead I was given snow, lots of snow.

img_7380Ironically, it has given me a feeling much like rain does. The snow came so fast that it covered everything in a blanket of white. I woke up Tuesday morning to a winter wonderland. Usually it would throw me into a saddened state to be in the cold and snow, but for once I feel renewed.

Something about a world of white makes me feel like everything is starting fresh. I have felt alone in my new beginning as I watch everyone around me continues on in their lives. As I look out my window I can see a whole world that is starting over again, and it gives me comfort.

I still can’t wait for the first rain, but for now I will accept the snow.

Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.