Learning to Dance in the Rain

I have always loved the rain. The sound of the pitter patter on the roof, the smell of the grass and the ground getting wet, the feel of the cold air all around. I love curling up in a corner with a good book on one hand and a cup of chocolate on the other while the rains would fall down outside. I have have never been afraid of the simple rain. I would love the opportunity to get wet a little, to feel the water on my skin.

But just as too much of anything isn't good, storms are a different story.

I've had my own share of storms in my life. Storms that I feel have broken and hit me hard and yet I was able to go through them and have handled pretty well. Many of these storms have had strong winds and rains that have slapped me in the face and left me battered and bruised, cold and shivering. But I feel that I have weathered them all in my own way and in my own time, all with the grace of God. Do I ever regret these storms? Maybe at some point in my life. But I have learned that these are what make me who I am right now. That in some way they have molded and strengthened me that when the rains start getting stronger at times, I am able to shield myself from the big raindrops. I have learned when to appreciate it and when to keep its peace.

Recently, I've had another storm in my life, complete with thunder and lightning. This time, anger was just too much. I wanted to lash at the rain, fight it with all my strength and might. Funny because I've had worse storms than this. This isn't even an ounce of the others that I've had before. Maybe it's the timing? The PMS? The people involved? Or maybe I just wanted to see how strong I can be to overcome this. I don't really know. But I was so tempted to fight it. And yet, I knew if I did it on my own, I would fail. I needed His guidance and strength once again.

Maybe God has His own reasons for making me go through something like this again. I prayed for Him to guide me, to help me find the right words and the right actions. To know when to be silent and when to plow on. He promised me a rainbow at the end of the storm and although I still cannot see the rainbow, I know it is somewhere there amidst the clouds. Still hidden but ready to come out and be recognized. In time.

I hold on to that hope.