June 21st, 2023

The rain changes your mood. It has definitely altered mine this last week and it looks like we’ll be seeing it every day for the next week.

On the day of Scott’s funeral, there was a chance of rain but it stayed mostly sunny. I remember thinking that it should have been a full-on thunderstorm because that is the way my heart felt. Angry lightning, terrifying and soul-crushing thunder, howling, damaging winds, and torrential, fast floods of rain from tears and sorrow. I felt like a thunderstorm of epic proportions was raging inside me and, just like weather, there was nothing I could do to quell it, and the nausea that accompanied it.

But I have prayed for rain before, too. When our grass was dry and yellowed. While I was waiting for all of the varied colors of our flowering trees to bloom and our flower beds to blossom. Rain reminds all things to grow. Rain reminds us that you cannot stop the things you cannot stop. The rain will fall. The world will turn. The seasons will change. The rainbow will come. Rainstorms are fierce, consuming, and unable to be ignored or interrupted. They have the ability to completely change the scenery.

It was disconcerting how, as I moved through the days after he died, everything just went on about me, moving at normal pace and continuing a propulsive motion that had started while he was still here. I felt like my world, everything as I knew it, had stopped on a dime. I felt like there would be no tomorrow because things weren’t as they should be. But the world kept spinning, cars kept driving by, people came in and out, and nothing else slowed down at all…only me.

There have been times when rain has felt comforting. It’s a good time to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie with someone you love, popcorn and movie candy included; I like Reese’s Pieces with movie popcorn. Scott just loved popcorn, period. We always said that we wanted to build a screened-in patio, overlooking our pool, with a tin roof. Rain is so soothing on a tin roof with a cup of hot coffee in your hand. Something about the rhythm it plays as it drums away like a fine percussionist allows worries to float away. Rainy days are also perfect for cozy naps. Snuggling up under your covers and listening to the sounds of the storm can seem to flush the cares of the world away, if only for a time.

Rain has a way of cleansing things. It rinses away dust and pollen. It washes away children’s chalk drawings, creating a clean slate to make something new another day. The thing about washing away is that sometimes you like what was there before. And then sometimes you begin to draw and realize this new art, this new creation, has a different but astounding kind of beauty all its own. Not better, but resplendent in its own right.

Ultimately, there are two things you can always eventually count on: rain falling, and the sun coming back out. Without being too Annie-esque, the sun will come out again, maybe not tomorrow but it will. The sunshine will return. Just like today’s weather report, it doesn’t look like it will be today and maybe not even much this week, but it will return, in fits and starts. I wish we could predict the return of joy like we can predict the weather, even though weather reports can be faulty.

I have faith that my joy will one day return, probably also in fits and starts. I have a tattoo that says Romans 15:13. In The Passion Translation it reads: “Now may God, the fountain of hope, fill you to overflowing with uncontainable joy and perfect peace as you trust in him. And may the power of the Holy Spirit continually surround your life with his overwhelming abundance until you radiate with hope!”
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Somehow, some way, I will have uncontainable joy someday. I have faith that God’s promises are true. John 16:20-24 says this: “Truly, truly, I say to you, that you will weep and lament, but the world will rejoice; you will grieve, but your grief will be turned into joy. Whenever a woman is in labor she has pain, because her hour has come; but when she gives birth to the child, she no longer remembers the anguish because of the joy that a child has been born into the world. Therefore you too have grief now; but I will see you again, and your heart will rejoice, and no one will take your joy away from you.”
And sometimes it does feel like the world rejoices while I grieve, but though my sorrow may last for the night, joy comes in the morning (Psalm 30:5b). Obviously the “night” and “morning” are figurative; I wish they weren’t. But joy comes…I’m going to choose this rainy day to trust in the coming of the inevitable sunshine.

Joy Comes by Francesca Battistelli:

“… Joy comes; tears fall.
I’m learning there is beauty in it all.
It’s not hard to find it, you just have to look
Oh, God is good…”