Back in the day when rain gear wasn’t so “stylin'” we wore yellow slickers and those boots that pulled over your shoes and buckled. That was all that was needed to protect us from the puddles we would splash on our way to school. It wasn’t pretty; but it wasn’t complicated either.
I wasn’t a big fan of rain when I was a child; but I do recall sitting in school and looking out the windows – the large bank of glass in old frames that lined one wall, watching the drops as they would make a path down the pane. I would set up competitions in my mind, choosing which drop would win the race to the bottom.
While in general I preferred the sunshine to the rain – and snow on Christmas! – I always found something peaceful and contemplative about falling rain.
This morning it is raining as I write this Tuesdevo. I can hear the sound of it on our porch roof. While we wait for justice and peace to fall upon the earth, we watch as, one drop at a time, one moment at a time, grace is available to us.
With prayers for Ohio State University.
A blessed Tuesday.