When comes the Rain
This was a storm with flashes of lightening making the sky glow, loud shots of thunder rattling windows and shaking the earth, throbbing wind assaulting the trees. Tears dropping from the sky. Massive and copious, the earth is sobbing. Rain turned to snow- heavily weighted snow bending the trees to the ground, snapping branches ,covering every thing with a pristine white shield. What once was green and flowering is now barren landscape.
In the aftermath, it was a changed world. Branches laid here and there, willows bent to the ground, ponds of water created where none had been before. Quiet-no birds singing. A silent pause. The gap.
And then, in the clearest of blue skies the sun shines and its warmth takes away the chill from the earth. Snow melts. The birds twitter, the trees lift their branches from the ground slowly but surely. The world’s peaceful hum resumes and it goes on as if there was no storm.

This is life, the story of our days. Storms in our life come as surely as the storms from the sky. They arrive- roaring, blowing and bending. All is grey,dark and frightening. Darkness enfolds us. We don’t know how bad it will be or whether it will end. People get broken. We change. The world changes. There will always be storms of change but be mindful that they do come to an end.
Watch for the covering, listen to the silence, enter the gap. The world will go on, the sun will shine. We will sing again.