Constant cold drops. Falling from clouds that push down and suffocate. A smothering blanket. Depressing. Lonely. Oppressive. Crowding.
Soothing rhythmic drops. Dancing from the clouds that hug evergreens and twirl lake water. A peaceful blanket faithfully near. Comforting. Solitude. Encouraging. Intimacy.
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The rain here is a two-faced companion. Ever-present in this part of the world at this time of year.
Today I’m feeling the swing of moods that the rain brings.
On one hand, it’s so sad. The rain makes me want to be isolated and cry. Lures my heart to blue places.
At the same time, it’s so soothing. Joy rises in my heart as I watch the rain drops trickle down the window. As I let the rain sing to the grief in my heart. As I share my pain and sadness with the Holy Spirit and let Him hold me.
I’m thinking about the two-sides of rain. The choice to be lured into isolated sadness or be comforted in love.
And I’m thinking about the two-sides of the metaphorical rain of life. The choice to be lured into sadness or be comforted in love.
I can see now, God, that your decisions are right; your testing has taught me what’s true and right. Oh, love me – and right now! – hold me tight! just the way you promised. Now comfort me so I can live, really live; your revelation is the tune I dance to. (Psalm 119:75-77 The Message)