If you'll allow me to be poetic for a few moments, rain is emotional. It is thoughtful, melancholy, spontaneous, soothing, inspirational. Rain is a lullaby and a muse. It can be electrifying but also lethargic.
When I was little, my mother told me, "The rain just means that the angels are crying, Tessie."
For some reason, that image really freaked me out. Angels are not supposed to cry. They're supposed to fly around with feathered wings and golden harps, singing about joy and love, saving babies from busy streets and mending marriages and whatnot. If angels, of all beings, could cry, then we were all screwed.
As I got older, I realized something--tears are not exclusively reserved for sadness. I've cried because something was so hilarious I couldn't catch my breath. I've cried because I've been so happy I couldn't contain all the happiness inside of me. I've cried because I've heard or seen or experienced something so beautiful it made me ache.
And if I cry at all of this, clearly angels must have similar feelings. Just because they're crying doesn't necessarily mean they're sad.
Rain is gorgeous. I have danced in the rain...
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And I have laughed in the rain...
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But I have not been kissed in the rain...
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...yet. But hey, a girl can hope :)
So appreciate the rain, my dears. Listen to the music it makes. Let the angels cry.
Much love.
PS: fiftieth post!
50th post already? Woahhh girl.
ReplyDeleteKissing in the rain freaks me out. It's hard enough to breathe without having to worry about drowning at the same time. Sorry. This is my fear of water coming up again :)