It was the kind of day when the sun could melt the sidewalk. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, nor had there been for weeks. The farmer’s patience was regularly tested in his profession, but this drought seemed unwavering. It had been weeks since his crops last tasted water. The farmer bent over and picked up a small handful of soil. The bed of earth planted to support the farmer’s crops was expectingly dry and crumbled in his calloused hand.
“I know you’re hurting”.
The farmer spoke quietly to his plants. He had done all he could to prepare his fields for a barren summer, but had he done enough, the farmer wasn’t certain. A farmer without rain is like a fisherman without a rod. It would only take a few more days of dry heat to spoil his future fall harvest.
It was just before dawn but the sky was still draped in darkness. The farmer stirred in his sleep and awoke to a familiar baritone rumble outside his secluded cabin. The sound shook the very foundation of his modest home.
“It has to be thunder“.
He had pleaded and prayed for the promise of rain. The farmer lifted himself from his bed and rushed outside with a childlike eagerness. The sound was a devine message the farmer dare not misinterpret. It was thunder alright but it was also so much more. Directly overhead, the farmer saw outlines of storm clouds and streaks of lightning. Again, the thunder roared with power.
As the wind picked up with an unmistakable intensity, what the farmer saw next was no apparition. Lightning illuminated a part between the clouds and there the farmer saw what he believed to be the face of God.
The farmer marveled as The Wind spun, guided, and twisted a school of rain. A gentle hold bound the pair as they moved in the sky with grace. Now, The Rain started to fall gently to the Earth, seemingly, one at a time. The farmer kept his curious, sunken brown eyes locked above him.
The Rain turned heavy and slapped against the farmer’s flesh. The Wind now deafening, caused the farmer to retreat inside. The farmer took up a new viewing point from inside his cabin, dripping on the wood floor beneath his boots. The farmer now saw what he couldn’t before from inside the storm.
The farmer’s memory flashed with the same brevity and intensity of the lightning. He saw his wedding day and his beautiful bride. He remembered them glide across the dance floor, alone in a crowded room. He blinked and he saw The Wind, always changing, moving The Rain with a determined unpredictability. He blinked again and his mind returned to the past. They were in love. He saw himself and his wife give their vows and solidify an ancient and sacred connection. A connection like the one between The Wind and The Rain. One always finding and supporting the other.
His mind wavered between two realities, unsure where to anchor. The farmer snapped from his trance as The Rain rolled down the face of the farmer’s home.
The rainstorm didn’t dissipate, it just moved. The Rain turned to a quiet patter on the glass window in use. The sun was coming up and brought clarity to the panorama outside the farmer’s home. He returned outside and felt the dirt turn back to soil. Once again, his crops could grow with a fervent fashion. The Wind sang with a different tune. The song, played for the lonely crop fields, brought the farmer peace.
The farmer was always grateful for The Wind and The Rain. He would spend his whole life searching and waiting for its return. The cycle regularly tested the farmer’s faith and patience. To the farmer, it was like falling in love over and over, and over again. He was grateful for The Wind and The Rain but never expected the pair to stay. Too much would destroy everything the farmer worked so hard to grow. Even in the farmer’s old age, he had still yet to find an everlasting and ethereal balance between love and work. The eventful morning would hold him over for the time being. Eager, for the return and renewal of The Wind and The Rain.
Today I’m Grateful For…
- Time with my family and time to reflect
- Teamwork and encouragement
- The process of learning
- The warmth of the summer sun
- Sharing gratitude