Might it be the reassuring pitter-patter against my face that so perfectly matches the painful pattering of my heart? But no, there's something more than this. In the rain I feel myself become complete. It's as if the heavens are wiping my soul. For its in the rain that we find out who we really are. It is in the rain we find the limits of our strength and what goes beyond. It is in the rain that we realize how true and deep our love is.
For shame, that this is the way of the rain. For as it cleanses the spirit from wasting, it gathers a puddle of mud around one's feet. It is in the rain we see our weakness. It is in the rain that the pain is like a beating drum. It is in the rain where we realize the limits of our sacrifices for the sake of love. And of loved one's for us.
As the harsh beating of the rain turns to a drizzling mist, I realize that I am like a fountain. Overflowing and releasing my pain only to be filled up with grace. And I realize that through the rain I am stronger... I stand taller... my love is more complete.
(P.S this was not the scheduled post for this week's Friday, but some posts cant be postponed. Thanks for understanding and I promise to have the "scheduled" post next week, maybe even add a bonus post!)
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