The song writer said to stand in the rain, you won‘t drown. Another asked can you stand the rain? Then in a balad the song writer wished that it would rain down on him.Yet when the tempest roars,we want to jump ship. In many cultures there are rituals to invite the rain. The flowers need the rain to grow, the birds need the rain to shower. We shelter from the rain, we stay home from work because it was raining. I have learned to dance in torrential downpours. I have learned to smile when tears were pouring down my dimples. There is oftentimes a blessing to be enjoyed after the storm. The rain will wash away your past pain. I no longer sing nursery rhymes to chase the rain away. I have a fire burning in the depths of my soul that the rain cannot master. There will not always be sunshine in your life. You may face a storm, where everything seems to be going wrong. But there is beauty after pain. A rainbow follows the storm. There is joy after sorrow. Count your blessings in the storm, your pocket may be empty but your children are well fed. Summon the rain, welcome the storm then hold you head up and conquer the storm.
