The rain has been falling non-stop for the past three days, but I don’t mind. I love the sound of rain drops, their constant, many little footsteps on my roof calm my soul. The clear pebbles that cling to my window pane are like tiny crystal balls that see a future of vivid green fields and blooming flowers – a vision of hope in this dreary world.
Some people see rain as a metaphor for difficult times. Sometimes the rain is hard and the wind is strong, blowing your umbrella straight up and pummeling you with sheets of water. Rain, like life, can show no mercy and offer only coldness.
My life certainly hasn’t been easy, it continues to provide its challenges almost daily. But its so important to see the beauty in the storm.
The lightning flashing in the sky revealing the dramatic shapes of the blackened clouds that go white for one second, the thunder shaking the foundations of your home, the wind screaming through your chimney and walls. They all share a beauty only few can see. They remind you of how alive you are. How fragile you are.
My mother used to say, “There is no beauty without pain.” This couldn’t be more true. Pain is beautiful when you see the final results. It alarms you that something is wrong and you get it examined, and sometimes you can fix it, and when the pain is gone, you feel so free and … beautiful.
Sometimes the pain seems never ending. But it makes you appreciate more in life, the little things, the time you can get out of bed, step over that obstacle without wincing, to be thankful you can actually see a sunrise and not just blackness. To all the people who are still able to see the beauty in life despite their pain. To make pain a reflection of your pulchritude and not of despair.
If you’re in pain, let it direct you to beauty. The smell of a rose, the laughter of a baby, a cat’s purr, a stupendous sunset, a vivacious ocean, the softness of a smile. Let the beauty of the earth ease this pain and soothe your wounds. Let the rain that descends on you cleanse and refresh for it will soon bring a brighter day. In the meantime, enjoy the canvas of the storm, smell the scents of water and savour the life it is sustaining. Yours.
blaak sheep 