Born and raised in Seattle, Washington one might expect I’d be accustomed to the rain.
Greeting each gray morning in a sophisticated trench
sporting shades to combat the blindingly white overcast sky
stepping into rubber wellies to keep my thick wool socks dry.
And while I lived that way
for the better part of my life
I never liked it.
In the summer months
I was the first to wear shorts and espadrilles even if I froze in the shade.
Ducked out of work early if temperatures exceeded 70 degrees.
Refused to eat in restaurants without patios or lakefront views.
Spent every moment I could bathing in the intermittent sunshine the sky afforded me.
In fact I have been told that I love the sun
more than anyone on earth.
But somehow, I can never quite seem to escape the rain.
I’ve waded flooded muddy streets in Mexico
hidden in museums in Paris
stood under the eaves of monuments in Rome
headed to the hills during monsoons on Oahu
swam in the ocean under storms in Costa Rica
eaten soggy street food in drizzly London
waited out the rain in beachside bars in Belize
and island hopped under a protective parka in Bocas del Toro
Now, as I write this, from Puerto Viejo
I am staring at the jungle between drops of rain.
It started the day I arrived
and almost one week later
has ceased to stop.
Trucks spray mud puddles onto my bare legs as I peddle by on my bicycle.
My clothes, my towels, my books just won’t dry.
The beach walk I took yesterday became a rescue mission when I found myself submerged in a river that flooded the shore.
And most importantly
I have lost my tan.
What do you do
when the sun
When the memories of days that seemed like eternal summers
shine so bright in your mind you can almost feel the warmth
yet you just can’t channel the light.
When you want more than anything
to have the easy happiness
that comes with the sun
but are consumed with the heaviness
of the clouds.
Instead of sulking
for the sun
what if you found
in the rain?
Because rain fills our oceans and rivers
creating waves to ride and pools to swim.
Rain seeps deep into the ground
making the jungle lush and green
the trees strong and tall
the flowers soft and open.
Rain cleans and purifies all that it touches.
Rain sustains life.
So if the world around you is shrouded in clouds
or your heart and soul are caught in a turbulent storm
this time of rain.
Know that it is fueling, feeding, rejuvenating
for the time
when sun decides
to shine again.
And I promise
however dark your sky