Soon it's Gonna Rain!
By: Candy Tolbert
I don't mind a good rain shower. In fact, I've been known to walk/run in an April downpour. And with the right shoes and rain gear, the more puddles, the better! But too much rain - the day after day, all day kind of rain - does a number on my mood and countenance if I allow it. Maybe it's the accompanying gray sky or the booming thunder of the storm I dread.
Today, however, the sun is smiling a brilliant smile and while I'm enjoying every minute of its warmth, I'm still pondering this past week of flooded streets and basements. In so doing, I dug into my "favorites" file and found a writing (penned by Ken Jones, my favorite wordsmith) that best describes my contemplation. Enjoy.
100% Chance of Rain
There is a gnawing "knowing" when a storm is on the horizon, I think.
It's a feeling, really. A certain "uncertainty" that clouds a body's soul.
When I was a kid growing up, and a storm was in the wind,
On an otherwise lovely day,
The clouds could quickly change; like vaporous chameleons,
They could change their attitude; take on the color of slate, gray as any gloom.
And the breeze would begin to sing a mournful song, through the limbs and leaves of that old cottonwood tree out back.
But the tree did not seem to notice. For trees with significant roots have no fear of uncertain winds.
Loud. And louder, still the noise of the impending blow would grow,
Each passing moment swelling like some invisible wave, until...
Until all hell broke loose. A deluge would arrive; a frog-stranglin' rain that had been on the horizon now boomed at the door.
I woke this morning to a sound in my soul;
A distant and yet familiar sound is on the horizon.
A song I've never heard before.
A song sung by ‘life' as it blows through my raised and reaching limbs.
My weak and weary arms held out to Him.
Hands, like a pair of splayed leaves waiting and open to whatever may come next.
Experience teaches me. I've seen storms before. Whatever that unexpected gnawing may be this morning,
And, whatever storm may be stewing,
My confidence will hold me fast, I have no doubt.
Jessie's Root.
David's Son.
Certain as my last breath; Him.