“Children. You keep them safe. You make good for me.
Is where you were supposed to be. Eddie Main-ten-ance.”
It's raining out, it's just pouring and pouring and pouring. It's just wet, but don't get me wrong, I like the rain, I think it's awesome in many ways. It looks like the skies are crying, and it's like a cage. It keeps you from going out if you're at home and it keeps you from going home if you're outside. Simply put, rain is under the same category as a coin, a mirror, a story. 2 sides, 2 different point of views from 2 people.
Rain's just like what you're going through. It is essential for life and growth, it reminds us of people who gave and took your tears. Rain leaves a sense of nostalgia when you are caught in it. Rain drenches you from head to toe when you're caught out without shelter. More often than not, people have spent rainy days with the people they love, whether by sharing an umbrella, or staying stuck at each other's house, hiding in shelters, or walking and playing in the rain. It's just little acts like this which goes a long way. Yes, I still remember that one fine day after I got to know you- we were childish, waiting and wishing, for heaven to release it's floodgates.
Mitch Albom once wrote this about love and rain.
‘Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.’
What beauty and infinite possibilities rain brings to man.
God is in the details, He is the details.
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