An Ode to Rain

While looking out my window today, I could not help but be reminded of just how much I absolutely love rain.

There is something about rain that just simply fascinates me.

Now, my love affair with rain could very well be proof of the rainmaking claims of my ancestors.

My ancestors are said to have been very good at their job of rainmaking, so much so that the legend still apparently holds true down through the generations.

As for me, I was even literelly named rain. You see according to my tradition, a child is names based on the circumstances surrounding one's birth. I am told that right after I was born, it rained cats and dogs after what had been quite a dry spell in the land.

Interestingly enough, ever since then every important occasion in my life has been headlined by you guessed it--rain.

So, perhaps one could even say it flows in my veins.

Regardless of what the evidence may or may not state; I do know one thing for a fact, and that is that rain has a way of calming and soothing my soul. I like to think of it as proof that a fresh start is in the making.

You need only look out after it has rained to see just how vibrant and fresh the trees and the grass look after a good down pour.

If you think of it, it is almost like as if with every downpour the earth undergoes a cleansing ritual of sorts.

At least I like to think of it that way.

Above all, rain represents to me God's blessings, by way of the bountiful harvest it promises in its wake.


I Bid You Shalom,


Jacqueline