Today the rain falls and I am filled with expectation.
There is talk of snow on the way.
This quiet hope, this swelling joy reminds me of something Matthew Kelty writes:
When rain turns to ice and snow I declare a holiday. I could as easily resist as stay at a desk with a parade going by in the street below. I cannot hide the delight that then possesses my heart. Only God could have surprised rain with such a change of dress as ice and snow…
Most people love rain, water. Snow charms all young hearts. Only when you get older and bones begin to feel dampness, when snow becomes a traffic problem and a burden in the driveway, when wet means dirt–then the poetry takes flight and God’s love play is not noted.
But I am still a child and have no desire to take on the ways of death. I shall continue to heed water’s invitation, the call of the rain. We are in love and lovers are a little mad. The season of love is soon over; one is young but once…
I’m declaring a holiday today, friends.
There is evidence of His presence all around. God leaves footprints in the snow. He walks among us.
And I am transformed from child to lover…waiting by the window for my Beloved. Yes, lovers are a little mad.
Ain’t it grand?