As I drove home, I was surprised by how quickly the rainwater seemed to dissipate. The overwhelming rain of thirty minutes ago was already finding its way. Small streams of water flowed along the roadways, drainage ditches were already doing their job of whisking away the water. The pathways of water, both natural and manmade, were amazingly effective. The process was so good that I started to wonder if it had rained as hard as I thought where I was driving. But then I would hit an epic puddle that would demand that I slow down and proceed with caution. Occasionally, I would hit a puddle going a little faster than I wanted to and I would underestimate the depth. The great wave of water would splash up onto my windshield obscuring my vision for a few seconds. Sometimes other cars would be the culprit. The stream of water would hit my windshield with a startling thud. By the time I got home, the sun had made an appearance. The remaining signs of rain were subtle, puddles and the sound of draining water, but nothing as significant as I would have expected after such a storm.
As I observed the rain and its aftermath, I sensed a deeper meaning. My brain and my heart were making deeper connections. The rainstorm seemed to be an obvious metaphor for my grief and for other difficulties. And oddly, it was comforting.
The initial wave of grief is overwhelming and stops you in your tracks much like the deluge of rain.
You never know when it is going to end, or how bad it is going to be.
Sometimes you need to stop and seek shelter for a while until conditions improve.
Friends can make a difficult moment so much better.
Just as rainwater finds its way, so does life. Life goes on whether you feel ready or not.
The pathways of water are much like the routines of life. They channel your grief and keep you moving along.
Just as you hit some unexpected puddles when driving, you will hit some unexpected emotional landmines when you are going through your days. The depth of emotion may be surprising and sometimes it will be someone else who causes the unexpected emotional reaction.
Just because there isn't any obvious storm damage doesn't mean a storm didn't happen. Although things may look relatively normal to others, that image isn't always consistent with how you feel inside.
And thankfully, just as the sun comes out unexpectedly after a storm, so does the light return again to your life. It may not be consistent, and it may come and go, but each time the light appears it is an encouragement that life will be normal again.
"Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow