I woke up this morning to a soft but constant sound of droplets of water hitting my roof, a ferociously roaring wind, and clouds that blocked out the sun. As I sat up, I closed my eyes and just let the sounds of that inviting storm wash over me. Rain can be depressing, it can be calming, it can be frightening. Why is it that the simple storm of rain can become so many different things? I’m sure someone with more knowledge can give a better description than I. For the sole purpose of creative writing, which is what this blog is about let’s take a journey through life in the rain.
What I See.. The bright red door to the three story, run down building opens and out steps a young girl in jeans and an oversized tee-shirt. She has short cropped black hair and the world’s biggest grin spread across her face. She doesn’t hold back, sprinting off the porch, bounding down the six simple steps and into the rarely traveled road, barefoot and happy. Arms wide and eyes closed she spins in circles as she lets the rain fall down around her, laughing. As the years spin by around her the young, happy child becomes a teen, still in jeans with a tee-shirt too big for her body, the same short cropped dark hair.. But now she is curled up in some secluded spot in the woods as the rain beats down on her. She sails into the storm, knowing no-one can hear, and she lets go of all her anger, all her sadness, alone. There is no one who helps her. The world keeps spinning and now that young teen is a woman, dressed for success in dark, dress pants, a form fitting blouse and a pair of heels on her feet. She holds a black umbrella over her now long dark hair, looking out into the rain with a silent smile, remembering the girl who used to run into the storm and dance in circles, just to feel like she could fly. The feeling of calm washes over her and she goes back to her day of phone calls and business meetings with the fog of peace over her. The earth and moon continue their dance around the sun and now there is the old woman, with hair as white as snow, eyes bright, skin wrinkled. She sits in her chair on the porch of her childhood home, rocking as she looks out into the rain. With great effort and help from her husband of many years, they make their way down six steep stairs, into the rarely traveled road, barefoot and happy as they slowly dance in circles, lost in each others embrace. Letting the rain wash over them, without a care in the world.
No matter what your age, no matter where you are, the world will continue to spin, the years will go by in whispers of time, with no care at all for one single person. We make the choice to fall to our knees, to rise to the occasion, to face dragons. No matter where the rain takes you, or what it makes you feel, it will always come down, it is a constant reminder that even though things fall, there is always a break in the clouds, a rainbow of light, that can make any storm seem brighter. Find your rainbow, grasp it’s end, and ride it into the sunlight. It is there you can make your dreams come true.