Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. – Roger Miller.
Living in the Gap
March 10, 2012 – Rainy Morning
I woke up to a rainy morning. I realize rain can feel dreary, bring the spirits down, and make you want to just curl up and do nothing. Today, I welcomed the rain. I was entering my fifth ten hour work day; yes, my days are five days a week, ten hours a day. Anyway, it has been a rough week, and I really welcomed the cleanse of a gentle rain. I was soothed just listening to it hit the roof.
When I looked outside all I wanted to do was run out in it. Instead I pushed the dog out the door and followed her. I felt the rain pitter against my arms. Some bounced off. I lifted my face up to meet the rain head on. The drops massaged my face, running down my skin. Some softened and sunk in the pores.
As I stood there taking in this glorious act of nature, I realized how much our words are like raindrops. They, too, can bounce off or soften and penetrate.
One word might seem insignificant. However, one word can save a life or kill a heart. Take one word, or two; string them together to form a sentence and then a paragraph; possibly a novel.
One raindrop, not enough to quench a thirsty soul. Add another, or two, a bucket full…create a puddle, a river, flow into the sea.
Words. Raindrops. People. Alone, our power might seem limited. Together, we can make a difference, alter lives; maybe even save the world.