“Rain, rain go away
Come again another day.”
I don’t think it has been 40 days and 40 nights, but rain, grey and clouds have been pervasive in my neck of the world’s woods for at least a month … and it’s starting to get to me.
My head is aching with the atmospheric pressure, and I am convinced that my toes are ready to sprout algae from being cocooned in my socks and shoes. Then there’s the sadness that can overtake life. It is a heaviness of heart that can make it difficult to rise from bed in the morning.
Since moving to the Pacific North wet west coast, over twenty years ago, I have detested half of each calendar, when the monsoon season takes over and I start to dream of tropical locales, such as … Saskatchewan!
I have attempted the suggestions of those who have adapted to the seasonal conditions. One common suggestion is to make sure I get outside every day, no matter the weather. That one didn’t work! As soon as I step out into the moisture guttural sounds begin to emit from within, all on their own.
Other than ingesting massive quantities of Vitamin D, and having a faith that God will eventually let the sun shine down on me once again … someday, I have learned that I just have to wait it out.
I am not one who does waiting it out well.
What is good about this rainy season is that it reminds me of the truth of Hebrews 1:11:
Now faith is the assurance of what we hope for
and the certainty of what we do not see.”
These dark, oppressive days help me to keep my eyes, my hope, on what I do not see, but what I hope for … the brightness of the light that is to come.
And so, though usually through gritted teeth, I pray thanks for the rain.
For I hope for what I do not see.
May the blessing of the rain be on you—
the soft sweet rain.
May it fall upon your spirit
so that all the little flowers may spring up,
and shed their sweetness on the air.
May the blessing of the great rains be on you,
may they beat upon your spirit
and wash it fair and clean,
and leave there many a shining pool
where the blue of heaven shines,
and sometimes a star.
Celtic Blessing
I am not, nor have ever been Catholic, but on this particular day, I went to confession … at Starbucks.
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