INTO EACH LIFE SOME RAIN MUST FALL....

Into each life some rain must fall...

As I wait at a traffic light, the raindrops catch my eye. It is a slow drizzle and the day is grey, a first for this time of the year. The skies remind me of home, overcast, thick, pregnant. For a few brief seconds I am home, looking at the blue hills beyond and the familiar, wispy mists that cloy lovingly around in sweet, silent embrace.

There is a sudden flurry of honking cars as the traffic moves again and I am back, caught in the bustle that is city life. I am grateful though for the moment, the pause, where I can look back and reflect.
Back in the hills, this slow drizzle and somber skies are almost a daily occurrence but there is no darkness in it, no dreariness. A sweet melancholy sometimes perhaps but even that is tinged with hope, always. For one cannot escape the beauty around and in the midst of all that, one can never really be sad.

And I am grateful, thankful for the rains that have come in my life. Some harsh, thunderous storms, so dark and foreboding, close to the point of drowning. And some that were soft and lilting, the rains of summer, bringing with it the smell of the earth and the thick scent of flowers.

For each rain has its purpose, just like the days of sun and warmth. And for us, each of us, some rain must fall...

Slow drizzle

Grey days

Dense, expectant

Clouds of 

Yore

Alone,

Ablaze  

Dark thunder 

rise

Some slow

Sweet measured

Drops, drift 

Alight

Into each life

Some rain

Must fall

Each, a song

Each, your light…

~ Judith Vaddi