Dance in the Rain

Life is not about waiting

for the storm to pass ...

It's about learning

how to dance in the rain.

Vivian Greene

Rain in the spring seems purely prepared to enrich the soil, to gently touch the lovingly planted seeds, and to awaken the sprouts or buds.  As the rain falls down upon us, it is like a cleansing for the earth and all of its residents.

I have good memories of rainy days.  As a child, I played dolls with little friends in a screened in wrap around porch.  In high school, I walked in the rain eating ice cream cones with my most trusted girl friend.  In college I walked in the rain alone, feeling the rain drops as soft caresses upon my face.  As a mother, I sat in my own screened in porch watching my children play. 

Now, however, I impatiently await the return of the sun.  I feel like a wilting plant, reaching upwards anticipating the bright rays of the sun while my normally content mood seems to slide down the well watered slope.

The black clouds roll in, the deep vibration of thunder begins and the rain pelts against the windows.  Poor Hannah, my dog, clings to my side as her body shakes with fear.  What memories she must have from surviving the on slaught of tornadoes that separated her from her family. 

Metaphorically, we do need to know how to dance in the rain instead of waiting for the darkness to pass.  If we can live in each moment, receiving the gift of the present, all of life will

unfold.  We must trust the process, have faith in the powers that be, and hope for the day when the sun will shine again.