What a difference time and life circumstances have made in my appreciation of rain. To say I like rain now would be a stretch. But sometimes, when it's drizzling, I purposely delay putting on my rain hat or opening my umbrella until I feel a few drops. Yes, even with my Black woman's hair issues. Why? Because those few drops have the ability to jolt me into the moment and remind me then and there that I'm alive. Of course, I know I'm alive since I'm breathing, but sometimes I am so focused on what's going on in my life or what I must do that I need a reminder to be in the here and now. And since we need rain for things to grow, it's difficult not to appreciate the steady rains--as long as they don't last for days, right? Also, I think some things just look better in the rain. For example, I think San Francisco and Paris are more beautiful and romantic when it's raining. But torrential rains are quite another matter. Recently, we've seen the damaging effects in the US, Haiti, and Pakistan, among other places. It's often difficult to find anything redeeming about torrential rains when they leave death and destruction in their wake.
I find that the figurative rains in my life often have the same effects as the literal rains. The drizzles get my attention. The steady rains stimulate growth--that is, if I'm smart enough to learn the lessons. And sometimes when life's rains make things look dark and dreary, with time I am able to gain better perspective on things. Although the torrential rains may wreak havoc, sometimes it's because I haven't learned a lesson from the steady rains. Or, sometimes it has nothing to do with something I have or haven't done, but is meant to take me to another level--to strengthen me for new opportunities. When I was growing up, I used to hear older people say, "There's never been a storm that didn't end." That's true. And while I can't tell you I have grown to like the rain, I can tell you that I certainly appreciate the sunshine more after the rain.