Rose In The Rain...

Good morning everyone!

"A rose in the rain is lovely to look at, each petal dewy, not from the mist but from the heavenly shower.

Roses hate too much water but are helpless in saving themselves during the deluge. Nevertheless, they look so beautiful in the rain, making the ordeal seem worth all the suffering".

At times we are roses in the rain, although we are not helpless because we can walk away from the emotional rain swamping us.

Why we choose to stay is an individual reason, but stay put where we do many times in our lives, stay where we are at most hurt because the process brings out the beauty in us.

We don't relish the pain but then the taste of beauty seems worth it.

The first sound of rain after a dry spell is the sound of tiny feet upon the roof, followed by that peculiar smell rising from the earth, and we like that sound and smell of rain.

No doubt rain figures in our lives so well, soaking it to the very core of our consciousness.

We used to count seasons by it and milestones with each passing.

After rain, the sun shines. And roses that we are by then know we don’t have to be roses in the rain.

We have learned by then that we have beauty within and its just needs a little reaching inward to bring it out – rain or shine.