Listening To the Rain

Remember as a child…when it was raining and you sat by your window pane…. knowing you could’t stop the raindrops…you quietly watched the rain? As you sat watching raindrops cascading from the sky without making a sound you knew eventually the rain would stop and be absorbed into the ground. And even when the rain stopped falling and the sun was shining although you knew not where or when you understood there’d come come a time the rain would fall again. I wonder if these moments were preparing us for when a friend’s or lover’s tears fall like rain. knowing we can’t stop their teardrops we sit beside them and quietly watch their pain. As we watch teardrops cascading from their eyes as down their cheeks they scroll we know eventually their tears will stop and be absorbed into their soul. And even when their tears stop falling and their smile returns although we know not where or when we understand those tears absorbed into their soul will fall from their eyes again.