Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Rain, rain...

When I was little my mom would talk about how good the rain was. How it washed everything clean and made the outside fresh. As a child I just saw everything getting wet. As a teenager I saw the rain as the destroyer of my perfectly coiffed, hard as a rock, bangs. And as a young adult the rain brought slick streets and slow days at Disneyland. Now the rain means all of those things (even though now the rain frizzes my perfectly straightened hair!). The rain is many things to many people. But now I realize - once again - that mom was right. Rain is the great cleanser. It washes away all of the dirt and muck. It makes things seem brighter and more clear. I can't help but feel like there are parts of my life that are made clean by the rain. And so now I see the rain as the blessing that it is, not only for the outside, but for me as well.


  1. "...my perfectly coiffed, hard as rock bangs..." I think a photo of those would go perfectly with this post...just sayin'... ;)

  2. Uhhhhh.....no. I don't think that's a good idea at all!!!