Rain and Rainbows by Debra H. Goldstein
“Rain, Rain, Go Away. Come again another day.” If this was California or during a summer draught in Alabama, this refrain would be the last thing coming out of my mouth. Right now, the storms have been so intense we are in a state far from water rationing. Sadly, during the past few weeks, tornados and floods have destroyed homes, possessions, and people. Thunder, lightning, and sheering winds have sent people to their shelters, caused dogs to run amuck in fear, and knocked out power sources with regularity. The rain has pummeled everything.
There have been a few high points. Gardens are still lush and green. Flowers, not realizing that this is winter, are blooming early and those that have blossomed are retaining their beauty. Kids are loving the abundance of puddles to jump in.
At times, my mood reflects the rain. Somber, dark, unrelenting but then there are days that the rain is constant, but soft, and I find myself curled in a chair reading, peaceful, sleepy and content. My writing reflects the difference in these days. The rain keeps me indoors so I am keeping my resolution of writing regularly, but in reading it back, I see the impact of the weather. A gloomy short story, a tale with a ray of sunshine.
I want the rain to be replaced by a rainbow, but it probably won’t happen. At least, not in the real world, but isn’t it wonderful that as a writer we can make it happen in the world we are creating?
My wish for you this week – rainbows.