The pouring rain that hits my window
Echos the tears that fall from this cloud in my mind
The howling wind whipping through the trees
A reminder of the mocking whispers in my head
The bitter cold that bites at my ears and nose
Mimics the ache of my longing, wondering heart
Sometimes…..
Lightning flashes
Thunder crashes
Moments of glory and “aha!”
Brief times of enlightenment and vision
That are here and gone in seconds
Leaving behind the dreariness of gray skies
A lingering dampness of inadequacy
Residual puddles of ideas left on the ground with nowhere to go
And yet….
Through the heavy clouds a hint of blue
A reminder that even the darkest of clouds come and go and cannot stay in one place for long
The knowledge that eventually the warmth of the sun will win and break through the thickness of gray
And then…
Out of nowhere, a rainbow, brilliant in color against the stormy sky
Reaching long and far and arching, as if stretching after a long nap, across the expanse of the heavens
A symbol of promise
A promise that this gray day will not overtake me
Will not consume me
Will not destroy me
And suddenly…
My eyes are fixed on the that colorful bow in the sky and not on the dismal background that it hangs on
The rain becomes music
The clouds not so ominous
And the slowly emerging sun, more glorious than ever
And my face pressed against the window begins to smile again with hope…
As the rain hides the stars,
as the autumn mist
hides the hills,
as the clouds veil
the blue of the sky, so
the dark happenings of my lot
hide the shining of thy face from me.
Yet, if I may hold thy hand in the darkness,
it is enough, since I know,
that though I may stumble in my going,
Thou dost not fall.
traditional – scottish gaelic
