Welcome the Rain Drops

In Him all things hold together
It all unfolds from the centre,
from whence it came.

It is a morning starting out like being underwater. The humidity is at the max and it weighs down with a pressure, steep and heavy. The air is so thick it is like breathing under water. Indeed, the sky is the surface and we cannot break out.

A grey cover is above us and my heart is glad. I am thinking about the moment when the sky opens and a rainy day ensures relief from the teasing presence of the clouds. This is a relief, but it doesn't always come so easily. Sometimes we trudge through the day waiting for it to fall.

Sometimes a shadow comes over our lives. A grey cloud that lingers and attempts to drain all cheer from the scene. A grey hue that causes the light to tremble, and second-guess its purpose.

But love remains. Even when the rains pour down and the rushing waters come. Welcome the rain drops with a lovely umbrella.

Love always remains. And cannot be washed away.

"Tut Tut, it looks like rain."
- A.A. Milne