Walking in the Rain
by Steven Craig
When you take a walk in the rain
you must expect to get wet.
You can moan
and cry
and feel sorry about being chilled to the bone,
be a pitiful wreck and think life a failure.
Nothing will change.
In expecting to get wet,
you can also smile
and enjoy the touch
of the droplets
and enjoy the shimmer
of the puddles
reflecting the light a
nd watch the stones
etch their tracks
to the pavement
and wonder at what tales
they would tell
if they took the time to know you.
In expecting to get wet,
there is always the unexpected,
the sudden surprise
that may indeed come unlooked for
and be a wealth
that will make the rainfall
seem as a dream
in a time lost to memory.
In expecting those drops
to moisten your cheeks,
your life can change
all so much for the better,
and the dance will be found
in your feet
and a song will issue
with the coming of the dawn,
there will always be a home
for you in the house of God
and a love that will burn
in the heart of a man.
There is always a kiss in those drops.
There is always a warmth
in those splatters
that make the pattern
that will caress your hair.
Even the rings upon your fingers
will show you the way home
if you hold them high in the dark
of any night you travel in.
The drops will fall none the less.
The drops do not heed the mind
of the people who behold them.
They do not act for pain
or evil
or anger
or rage.
The drops have a place
in the works of things,
and will always fall.
There are so few smiles
in a life of a wanderer.
To make a chance
to smile often means
to find a reason
deep in the storm
to hold that smile
and care not
for the drops of rain,
not for the tears
that may fall from your eyes,
not for all the storm
that may rage.
An interesting
thing about the drops of rain
everything alive
needs them
to grow.
06/23/2006
