Raindrops

When they are so rare, they are extraordinary. What a place I live in – today was the last day of school and how did the children celebrate? They ran outside and danced in the raindrops. My daughter giggled and jumped about as they tickled her, falling on her upturned face.

Soon, because we tarried too long with our goodbyes, we had to run to the car in the falling rain. Still, we laughed and shrieked with the rare cool experience. I didn’t run that fast. The only thing that made me hurry was knowing my glasses would be impossible to see out of and hard to dry with a wet shirt.

Today at recess, before the rain fell on us, I stood outside and drank up the darkening sky and the coming storm. The wind whipped my hair into more of a mess than usual and the clouds pressed down around me so much that my head began to hurt with the pressure. But the air was cool and such a welcome relief. I would have stayed there forever.

Where did this come from? Suddenly everything shifts and we enjoy a day of rain and quiet. We experience record highs and now sudden lows. Going out tonight, I had to back up and get a light jacket. My, what a difference a day makes.

And isn’t that how our life goes? One day we have everything and one day loss. One day we are scorched and burnt. One day, refreshed, and we open up again like a little flower. Some days the change hurts us. And some days it heals us. One raindrop at a time.