grace in the grey

there's something about the rain
that awakens my love of writing.
no human pours these dismal-looking showers
and yet
they continue to fall
down
down
down
and for some reason,
of which i have not yet determined,
i take great comfort from the grey drops
that paint themselves on my window.

maybe it's because i've often sympathized with the rain
(we've been dear friends for many years now)
& i've shared endless hours with sighs of a wet afternoon
or perhaps because
like the rain
my heart has bled and fallen
many times over in varying ways,
and until as of late,
i've remained there--left in a puddle of cold helplessness,
struggling to last until the sun rises
and clears away those drizzly clouds of fear or hurt.

but whatever the reason,
these days are special to me
and i cant help but thank the Lord for them,
despite when they interrupt a trivial to-do list.

they recall to this forgetful mind
my sweet Lord's faithfulness and love
yes, His gentle, abundant, undeserved love
and His presence with me
these are the days we have such lovely conversations
and reminisce how He's cared for His children in the past
and how He'll continue to do so today.

i think that most people tend to be of the opinion
that sunny days are a picture
of how blessings burst forth like golden sun rays.
and yet
these days of rain also depict to me
the downpouring of grace amidst the grey,
which is no less glorious.


H