Where I Come From, Rain is a Good Thing

March, April, May… the clouds rolled in unceasing.

We are soaked to the bone by the unrelenting downpour.

Stuck inside, out of work and out of options, reevaluating what brought us to this place, but more importantly...

Where do we go from here?

What will recovery look like? In the great pruning of priorities, what will remain, left behind in the dirt after all this plague has laid waste?

But what I really wanna know is...

What parts of you are so damn strong, even the wind and the waves couldn’t wash them away?

What gifts have you found, upturned by the plow that prepared the soil for seed?

What reservoirs of sustenance have you uncovered? Reservoirs already deep, cut by the years and the lessons you’re already mastered? Reservoirs that now stand ready to fill to the brim?

Where I come from, rain is a good thing. Yes, it keeps us inside. Yes, it impedes our process, makes us have to put on extra gear to go outside, complicates even the smallest of tasks.

But without it my loves, nothing grows.

This time of isolation, struggle, lack, and deprivation.

It was rain. Hard rain. Thick rain. “Will it ever end” rain.

And on the other side of it, you are going to blossom and bloom like you never believed possible.

“Pray for the storm, for without it nothing grows. Take off your shoes, feel like roots.

You are a wildflower.

Thunder is your dinner bell.”

- Amanda Dumont