Rain

I was so glad for the rain last night. The older I get, the more I appreciate a good hard rain. (As long as I'm not driving down the road, or trying to go to the grocery store with four kids. :)) When the sun is shining and the sky is perfectly clear, I feel like I have to be productive and orderly and getting things done. Like I'm supposed to be happy and cheerful and upbeat. But sometimes I don't feel like being productive, or upbeat. This week our next door neighbors, who are some of our favorite people in the world, lost a baby. Their twin boys were born at 28 weeks and one of them died just a few days later. My heart has been so heavy for them this week. I've just wished it would rain. It may sound weird, but the sun seemed to be mocking me. I couldn't help but wonder if my precious neighbor felt the same way. Like the sunshine was an immature, unfeeling friend who was trying to cheer me up when I wasn't ready to be cheered. When the rain finally started falling yesterday, I just felt relieved. Like I finally had the "okay" to feel blue. To be still. To be real. The bottom fell out of the sky right about the time they were burying their son. Although I was hoping the rain wasn't getting in the way of the funeral, I was somehow happy for my friend that maybe she was getting some relief from the rain as well. AC, if you're out there, I hope you are enjoying the rain.