The Rain Knows

The rain always gave me a sense of peacefulness.  I always felt secure when it rained, no matter where I was.  When I was younger, I didn’t quite understand where the rain came from.  I was just so used to it appearing.  A few years later, I knew the scientific terms, but I didn’t understand.  But now, I think that I’ve established a peace of mind whenever it rains because I know more about it.

Maybe I feel safe with the rain because I know more about it than it knows about me.  I don’t have to trust it.  All I need to do is listen, and it will talk to me.  There is really no effort on my part.  Just a few opening lines to match with the beginning rain drops, and I’m all set and ready to go.  The way the rain falls has always interested me, in one way or another.  Sometimes I would wonder, Where is it coming from?  But on other days, I would think to myself, Why won’t it stop?

During days when I thought the clouds would never pass, like when my best friend at the time moved to the other side of the United States, or when I thought I had lost someone very close to me, I knew that raindrops wouldn’t fall forever.  But in that mind frame, where my thoughts were frozen in my feelings, I began to understand what I was truly amazed by.

One warm summer day, quite a few months ago, I was babysitting my younger sister when she decided that she wanted to go for a walk.  As we started out, the bright blue sky was perfectly clear.  About halfway down the street, it started to pour rain.  I wanted to go back and get her inside, but she insisted we wait out the rain.  Her determination amazed me, even though she was at such a young age.  We continued to walk down the street.

By the time we had reached the end of the road, the rain had amazingly stopped already.  The seemingly endless amount of rain had ceased without warning.  We stopped at the stop sign at the corner.  When she looked out onto the road a rainbow had formed down our entire street.  I followed her as she tried to run to the end of the rainbow.

It amazed me how simply she saw everything, and how she adored the rain.


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