With all the rain that’s coming our way, I’ve to say, I can’t complain. We are no longer in a state of drought, but a cleansing. I told a friend earlier how I rejoice in being alive because I survived driving through the rain yesterday. The rain poured as I’ve never seen it poured before and, though I’ve lived through a typhoon, when I visited my grandmother some years back in the Philippines, witnessing the rain and hearing all the sudden flash flood warnings from everyone’s cell phone (but mine), for a second, bestowed upon me a faithless jolt. A fear seized me and, suddenly, I wanted to hang back and wait out the rain. Three freeways I would wade through swarming with drivers who neither have the patience for rain nor the tolerance for its slippery conditions. And when I saw the rain fall harder outside, the more furious my concerns charged at me. It all could have unfolded badly until a moment convinced me my journey home would be fine. So long as I had faith, everything will be alright.
So instead of worry, I gathered all the statements that restored my courage. I had God sit on the passenger side next to me while I repeated to myself, “God is with me.” And as the storm raged before me, whether in drops or in flood formation, what is true and what I kept reminding myself is that the flood I will experience here in the States will never ever compare to the flood I’ve encountered in the Philippines where thousands of people, cars and houses are submerged in water for weeks before it finally subsides. The idea of wading through water with crocodiles and snakes (because the flood somehow displaced them from their underground cages and their natural habitat)… well that would only happen in the Philippines, not California.
So I got in my car, drove and forged on as any California driver would in the rain. I tuned in to the Amy Winehouse station on Pandora and let my Honda Fit do all the work. The rain persisted, the winds danced before me and pockets of water rose and splashed where they could on my side windows and upon my windshield. It was much like entering into the unknown, walking into the wilderness filled with beasts and God-knows-what to try and torment me at every turn. And the rain had never made me feel so helpless as when I was under it. I was at its mercy, each day, having witnessed at least one vehicle hydroplaned, turned on its side or on its back. The endless traffic it boxed me in… I already anticipated I would be trapped somewhere for hours. The fact that there were so many ambulances and patrol cars out there felt more ominous than it was safe. It wasn’t Armageddon, but the condition of the freeways more or less reflected it when it freaking rains! All the cars pulled to the side of the road… I just really want to get home and see the likes of my driveway.
I didn’t know what it all meant, but I knew yesterday’s rain was a gift. Plants were watered, cars were washed and, in some places, water supplies were replenished. I was grateful for shelter, the roof over my head, the warmth of my bed, the poem in my head… blessings given me this morning. Another day to live, another day to move on forward and carry out the tasks which will further my life’s mission. To write about love… I lived another day to write and spread love.
“yours is a voice whose
song incites me into
permit me to revere,
never silence you”
Note: A most worthy smile inspired this poem this morning. Grateful for it. Entered it on a challenge via Instagram. Key word being Silence. I admit… I’m a day behind. Oh well… still a good poem, I think!