Run Through the Rain

Run Through theRain

Anonymous

She had beenshopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, thisbeautiful brown haired, freckle-faced image of innocence. It was pouringoutside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much ina hurry to hit the Earth it has no time to flow down the spout.

    We all stood there under the awning and justinside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritatedbecause nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall.I get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dustof the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child comepouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

    Her voice was so sweet as it broke thehypnotic trance we were all caught in, “Mom, let’s run through the rain,” shesaid.

    “What?” Mom asked.

    “Let’s run through the rain!” She repeated.

    “No, honey, we’ll wait until it slows down abit,” Mom replied.

    This young child waited about another minuteand repeated, “Mom, let’s run through the rain.”

    “We’ll get soaked if we do,” Mom said.

    “No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you saidthis morning,” the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.

    “This morning? When did I say we could runthrough the rain and not get wet?”

    “Don’t you remember? When you were talkingto Daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘if God can get us through this, he canget us through anything!’”

    The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swearyou couldn’t hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came orleft in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about whatshe would say.

    Now some would laugh it off and scold herfor being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment ofaffirmation in a young child’s life. Time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. “Honey,you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If we get wet, well maybewe just needed washing,” Mom said. Then off they ran.

    We all stood watching, smiling and laughingas they darted past the cars and. They held their shopping bags over theirheads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few whoscreamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. Iran. I got wet. I needed washing. Circumstances or people can take away yourmaterial possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take awayyour health. But no one can ever take your precious memories. So, don’t forgetto make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day!

    To everything there is a season and a timeto every purpose under heaven. I hope you still take the time to run throughthe rain.

    暴雨中的自己，享受雨水拍打在身上的感觉，享受雨中自己的狼狈模样，当然还有更多的感觉只有雨中的每个人自己能够体会。我曾错过了一场看山花的大雨，如果我能够更任性一点，如果我能够更果断一点，如果我能够更随心一点，那么我就不会像现在一样无数次追悔。一场大雨似乎没有什么治愈功效，我却喜欢淋雨，或许真的有净化心灵的功效，很安静，听到雨声，呼吸声，心跳声。总要相信点什么，生活才会给予你希望，人敬畏生命，生活便会敬畏你。