In Southern California, rain has always been a treat but now, it is even more so. The last two years have brought such chronic dry conditions that many of us have forgotten what rain, fog, and moisture feel like.
I have begun to dream about water like someone in exile.
I fantasize about fields of green and landscapes of snow.
The last few days we’ve finally had some cloudy skies.
Variance in weather is a good thing. Too much perpetual sunshine gets old. Rain gives us permission to pause. To hole ourselves up inside and hibernate. Rain, like crying, flushes everything out. It cleanses the earth, refreshing things.
Storms remind us that life is not one eternal day of sunshine. Life is filled with loss, heartache, unexpected winds, and things becoming completely uprooted. Sometimes life is also a period of winter where everything is dead and frozen.
Southern California defies these truths making it hard to come to terms with them.
Weather is natural. Weather is part of the life cycle.
I am glad for the weather that mirrors my soul.
Believe it or not, drought can be hard on the soul. It creates thirst and a deep longing for relief. Oh how we need a drink of water after wandering about too long in the desert.
Thank you. May the rain come down. And down. And down.
May it wash out the debris and create new life.