Woosh! Sheets of water poured out of the grey sky which was one big cloud. it drew her out the door and into the midst as blessings showered, drenching through her long hair and down her arms. The fresh water trickled off her finger tips. She lifted her head up and opened her mouth smiling.
I feel like that. Just sitting, soaking in incredible blessings until your skin has absorbed so much it can't any more and the gifts go spilling right off of you. The power of massive amounts of water is disguised by the tiny droplets which package it. But in the midst of the beautiful shower, the boom of thunder and the stormy air are still frightening.
Though I haven't done any dancing in the rain this week (although it is a regular tradition on campus, enacted my freshman year), it has poured. Hot Santa Ana winds scorched the earth as the sun beat merrily last week. But the clouds arrived over the weekend with a different plan in mind. And the rain is how my life feels currently, on multiple levels.
The rain is sad, tears washing the earth. It makes me want to curl in a ball under a blanket to hibernate. In the same way, life is bittersweet. A beautiful ending into an expanse of unknown which makes me want to hide under the covers. If it can't see me, maybe it will go away. Doubtful.
Rain storms prove frightening. The distant rolling boom resounds in the air. The dark skies cover slick roads. The pouring water drenches my clothes, and there are no windshield wipers to clear my wet eyes.
But rain is wondrous. The earth cracks and bleeds for it. Like microscopic presents pouring from the air, it acts as Santa Claus for the plants. Like rain, God has been pouring out other blessings on top of me. I sit with my eyes closed and my palms facing up and soak in the overwhelming tide of goodness.
The forecast predicts an end to the shower--an end to this short but oh so sweet season. That frightens me too.
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