hard rain comin' down
As I drove through the aforementioned torrents at an old-lady-esque 40mph with my hazards blinking, I began to ponder rain, itself. Rain is like the ultimate yin/yang thing - it can be good, and it can be bad. Rain can give life. Rain can take life. Rain can change life.
And I thought of my dear friend, F and her very lovely mother, Mrs. G who is gravely ill as I write this. I thought of my conversation on the back porch with F last night after she had left the hospital, when she struggled to find some good in the world right now - she said, "well, at least it's finally raining". In the car today, that comment kept coming back for some reason. How ironic in some ways that in times of difficulty and sorrow and pain, rain is often analogized or referenced, especially in story and song and film. But F's rain reference was positive. And trust me, F had very little legitimate "positive fodder" as of last night.
So, I was impressed. F is very much like her mother in the sense that they are both very strong women and seem to survive the seemingly un-survivable as a normal course. They are people who find their mettle when they really need it, but still feel and suffer all the human stuff, too - they just seem to manage both somehow.
The rain keeps coming down. And tears fall. And poor Mrs. G is struggling with fluid in her lungs. The ironies and analogies are too obvious.
On a brighter note, tho, I hope Mrs. G is taking some pleasure in knowing her beautiful garden is getting a lovely, life-giving big drink right now. And I'm sure she is taking pleasure in knowing that she has her children and grandchildren who truly love her and are holding her hand while this hard rain comes down.
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