If you are from Albuquerque, you know how precious and rare a good raindrop is. We’ve had rain for a few days in a row… the river looks somewhat like a river again… I’m letting out a huge sigh of relief.
And when I heard someone in line in front of me at the store say, “I’m sick of this rain,” well, you can guess how much I just wanted to give that person a piece of my mind.
BUT MY NEWLY PLANTED SEEDS NEED TO START GROWING!
BUT THE RIVER IS A MUD PIT!
BUT WE’RE IN A DROUGHT!
I didn’t say anything, though. Instead I came home and started to write this blog about rain.
“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” -Rumi
I would never actually yell at anyone about rain. Instead I’d probably smile and talk about the beauty of standing outside in the rain, splashing in a puddle, or watching something grow (Um…. every single thing on Earth, actually, including US) because of the miracle that water is.
A light drizzle of rain, or a giant storm that feels like a hurricane, makes me remember Rumi’s words. Even the loudest rainstorm, the pounding of rain on your roof, is nothing compared to thunder. And although I love a good thunder storm, I much prefer the constant and comforting sound of rain outside as I fall asleep. When it rains I am reminded how I want to be. I don’t want to come off as pushy or mean spirited, ever. I want to be constant. (Okay, a tad more consistent than the rain here, but you get it.)
I’ve met a few people in my life who are rain to me. They comfort me, help continue my growth as a person, and they speak to me with kind and wise words. The people who have been thunder in my life don’t stick around for very long.
Who is your rain? Who makes you grow, like the flower, with their love and nurturing?
I am grateful to live in NM. It’s beautiful. On a cloudy and rainy day, people here are (for the most part) really happy and thankful.
So, come on, rain! Don’t leave yet.