Rain on Valentine’s
The sky is very dark and gray and the rain continues to fall. The air is cold with the absense of the Sun. Perfect weather to spoon and snuggle on cool sheets.
There was a time between my jumping in puddle days and young adulthood where I would dread the rain. The rainfall became an annoyance to drive in, to get stuck in, and it was often a fuel for depressive poetry.
Then I was reminded of a Hawaiian tale. The story involves the theory of how the islands of Hawaii were created. It unfolds rather interestingly, yet the part that has remained with me throughout the years is that when it rains, Father-Sky is making love to Mother-Earth.
How could I ever dread the rain again after being left with this thought? As I punch these keys, I can hear the rain kissing the Earth outside my window. On Valentine’s day, it not only seems appropriate that it should rain, but also a blessing.