I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.”
Charlie Chaplin
Dear one,
The mist was just enough to use the wipers as I drove to the park. I was so convinced a quiet walk in the woods was the right choice for my midday break that I didn’t even let the fact that it was 40 degrees and raining get in my way. If nature is my church, then rain is my baptism, and I needed to rededicate myself to that which I hold dear.
I’m not sure when walking, playing, singing, or dancing in the rain fell off my list of “things I like to do”, and I’m not sure that December is the best time to rediscover my love for it. Still, there was something urgent and necessary that drew me to this place, at this time. No surprise to anyone, I was alone. I rolled up the legs of my jeans, slid my bare feet from the rubber boots I was wearing and stepped ankle-deep into the gurgling spring.
In that moment, as if scripted, the mist turned into a light rain and I turned my face up to accept what was coming. Rain and tears are both magical, and this was a magical moment. I think it was Longfellow who said: “The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”
Today I will let it rain.
Never forget that I love you, and that excludes no one.
Love,
