Rain and Rainbows

Rain and Rainbows by Debra H.
Goldstein

“Rain, Rain, Go Away. Come again
another day.”  If this was California or
during a summer draught in Alabama, this refrain would be the last thing coming
out of my mouth.  Right now, the storms have
been so intense we are in a state far from water rationing.  Sadly, during the past few weeks, tornados
and floods have destroyed homes, possessions, and people.  Thunder, lightning, and sheering winds have
sent people to their shelters, caused dogs to run amuck in fear, and knocked
out power sources with regularity. The rain has pummeled everything.

There have been a few high
points.  Gardens are still lush and
green.  Flowers, not realizing that this
is winter, are blooming early and those that have blossomed are retaining their
beauty.  Kids are loving the abundance of
puddles to jump in.

At times, my mood reflects the
rain. Somber, dark, unrelenting but then there are days that the rain is
constant, but soft, and I find myself curled in a chair reading, peaceful,
sleepy and content.  My writing reflects
the difference in these days.  The rain
keeps me indoors so I am keeping my resolution of writing regularly, but in
reading it back, I see the impact of the weather.  A gloomy short story, a tale with a ray of sunshine. 

I want the rain to be replaced by
a rainbow, but it probably won’t happen. 
At least, not in the real world, but isn’t it wonderful that as a writer
we can make it happen in the world we are creating?

My wish for you this week –
rainbows.