And so, in meditation, the rain became symbolic of all in this life that we think we don't want; those challenges that we wish would just come in the night while we sleep, and then leave us alone to bask in the sunshine. We all experience periods of rain in our lives. It is in these times that we need to stop and look around us. When we are still, we learn to see with our hearts, to listen with our intuition, to feel with our spirit. We begin to consider gratitude differently. Finally, we can question what would happen if we opened up to the rain, rather than employed rain gear to deflect it.
The lush greens, the vibrant orange of the poppies, the purples of the pansies and clematis, the soft newborn pink of the roses all appear more vital in the gray of a stormy moment. The colors aren't diminished by sunlight, and yet the sun's rays never can quite capture the many nuances of green. Today I welcome the rain, and I am grateful.