Rain

Sometimes, I watch the rain fall outside and I wonder if maybe it is falling for me.  All the pain that I feel, all the hurt and all the anger, I see it in the dark clouds swirling in the sky above me, the thunder rolling like my inner thoughts, my inner turmoil, and the lightening, striking out like the anger that flashes so suddenly in my heart. And then, I think of the other times, of the warm water that cascades from the sky and washes the earth with its pure and impressive nature. Rain, in both instances, seems the embodiment of my soul, my anger and turmoil, my desires and my dreams, everything all in one, and for this, I feel drawn to it.

Have you ever tasted the rain? It’s not like normal water, it’s slightly salty, and if its warm, it almost tastes like tears. You could go with the scientific explanation for this…(the PH combined with the deposits of silt and blah blah blah) Or you could take a more poetic approach.

I see the rain as a sign that there are processes out there that are bigger than us, bigger than our own problems and our own little world that we so often lose ourselves in. we have no control over it, no say over when it will start or when it will stop. We try and pretend we can predict it, but even then we can only tell if it might. It is never 100%. (Well the meteorologists say it is, but I’m not a meteorologist). The point is, rain is a soft, silent reminder that we are not alone. It feels with us, it sees with us, and like us it changes with time. It can be violent and raging, soft and tender, warm and sweet, and cold and icy. Like us, it is impossible to calculate, prophesize,  and its temperament is erratic. Fiery sometimes and docile at others.

Like the ocean, rain calls to me, tells me things in a language that some people just don’t understand. Not because they aren’t able to, but because they chose not to, because they don’t take the time to listen. It tells us more than we could ever learn in a lifetime, it gives our soul meaning and gives us the answers we seek; yet, when it is gone, we long for it, and at the same time we dread its return.

Love is like rain…it calls to our souls and its just as wanton, and we need it while its present, yet when its gone we dread its return… Love is something that speaks to us in the language of the heart, and we long for it when it isn’t present because we don’t feel fulfillment without it. Yet we are scared of it because we hate the feeling it leaves when it goes away. I think what we fail to realize though, is that even though love is as unpredictable as rain…it too always returns, and we have that to look forward to, not to dread.

Ah, the silver lining. Sometimes it really does take a rainstorm to alter my perspective.