The rain comes.
Dark clouds billow across the sky, turning day to dusk. Cold winds howl as fallen leaves twist their way down deserted streets. Children turn mournful eyes upward, delaying response to mothers' calls. Sparrows burrow into the evergreens, seeking shelter. The warm rays of the sun fade, filtered to drab grayness, distant but never gone.
The first drops, fat pearls falling from above, splatter against windows shut tight. Streetlights flicker to life, poor imitators of the true light which ultimately gave them being. Man settles in, huddled together, praying his fortress will hold against the coming tide.
Such is life.
In your days, there will be rain. Not only the life-giving, warm rains of Spring, but cold November rains of Fall as well. Rains that bring not promise of green growth, but of mud and toil and chill. These are the rains we dread, the days we long for that which brings us warmth.
Your rain may be strife, or sickness, or fear. Your job in peril, your marriage in shambles, your children in danger of failing. Rains of the Fall take many forms, originating from a fall long ago. This is not the result of God's intent, but rather Man's desire.
God's rain brings life. The rain of Man seeks to destroy it.
Even then, the Sun is there.
Above the darkest, coldest rain, the Sun still shines. Now matter how dense the clouds, nor catastrophic the flood, the darkness is never complete. No veil, no barrier is sufficient to completely block the light. Even the dimmest gray is evidence and gives proof that the Sun continues to shine forth.
When life rains down, God remains. He is not distant. He is not overcome. His vision of you remains clear, even when yours is not. God will never leave us. He will never forsake us. Even in the rain.
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