Through a Glass Darkly: Volume IV Issue 1 "Out of the Darkness"

when the rain comes

Elizabeth Fair

When the rain comes I often find I don’t know what to do.

All the time Spent preparing Should now be of use.

And yet, I find myself At a loss, and Unsure of where to begin.

And so I sit, Gazing out of the window, When the rain comes.

Dark clouds and Muddy puddles. Rain drops and Smudged windows. Drit and grime and Soggy clothes. And a heart so full I don’t know what to do.

When the rain comes, I look outside, Wishing for a sunny day.

All that time spent preparing But I sit and wallow Seeing only darkness and cloud.

But there are wellies and rain macs, Brollies and sou’westers, Waterproof trousers and hats, All stashed away in the wardrobe.

There is a fire and a kettle, Hot drinks and warm hugs, Heating and warm clothing, To come back to after the storm.

I could sit and stare out the window, Or go outside, greet the storm, Tell it I’ve nothing to be afraid of, I know the One who’s won.

I could hide away, waste time surviving, Or jump in puddles and begin thriving, Be like a child, throw myself in And let the rain come crashing in.

I have health and hope, Security and peace. I know the One who brings my joy. So I’ll open the window, let the rain in, Feel the wetness on my skin. I’ll dance in puddles, sit in wet, And frolic in the freedom I can get.