Cloudy Day

This morning I awoke 25 minutes before we were supposed to be headed to work.  That's never good.  We scurried about and with lunch in hand, left the house about 5 minutes late.  The constant chatter from the studded tires sang their happiness the whole way.  Dry pavement but clouds had gathered over head and the promise of rain was in the air.

If you work at a school, you will realize that the weather has a lot to do with the mood of the attendees.  Probably the staff too.  So today started off rather sharply with student movement to detention locations.  Steady as she goes, the day unfolded with bursts of flair ups. 

I will never forget the huge tears that fell on his papers.  The look of... I'm not even sure.  But when the emotion started rolling, I was sure I was in a bad spot.  The words that came out of his mouth were certainly crushing and broke me to the core.  When the dust had settled I checked my soul for injury.  Yep.  There was plenty of that.  Bruised and battered from the angry words tossed so carelessly, regrouping seemed necessary.  I spent my lunch break alone with the one who truly knows me, truly gives me peace and always shelters me. 

The work day ended with struggle.  It was just one of those days.

As we drove home, I shared my day with my "fine figure of a man".  The tears that welled up and spilt over were from the recent bruising.  He knows these emotions.  He feels the pain and heartache right along with me.  I thank God every day that I am blessed to share with my dear husband.

As if to find something that would lighten, we spoke of the weather. 

Twenty percent isn't much of a hope but the figure was enough to convince the rain to collect in the mountains as if converging to dance on the hills.  A dance to celebrate a much needed rain shower.  As if to celebrate the arrival of a baby, or wedding or that of a life.  Once the mountain tops have felt the dampness, they share.  Riding the winds skyline to the valley floor, fresh rain brings a smell unsurpassed to none.

As our little cottage warmed, the smells of dinner filled the air.  The chicken seemed to take a little longer than we anticipated but tax preparation was quick.  As the rain gently washed from the top of the roof, to the eves, to the ground, the sound of liquid happiness made me smile.