Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head

Annah ElizabethHappy Happens ™, Loss, Grief, and Healing, Mental Health, Parenting2 Comments

It’s been a full week, Journeyer, and this weekend finds Warren and me on the road, again.

Parent’s Weekend gave us a good excuse to visit our last little birdie to leave the nest…a trip that gave me opportunity (and akin to permission) to hug my boy and see with my own eyes that he is indeed eating and keeping hydrated.

It gave him a chance to show his parents up in games of ping pong and billiards.

Big Guy and Me at Parent's Weekend

Warren and Big Guy Parent's Weekend

The darkness of last week’s Super Moon seemed to be befitting of the mood and manifestations that colored my days…

This week’s movements are indicative of the inevitable truth that there is always light on the other side of darkness.

Whereas as last week was brutally hot, this week’s winds have pushed the hot weather up and out away from my little town…

The rains that blew in to the northeast are a welcome sight for the bone dry creek beds that normally glisten along my early dawn commute…

I’ve no idea where our umbrellas have disappeared to, which meant I walked to and from work in the rain. One morning I found myself grumbling about the steady drizzle that dripped raindrops onto my exposed body.

You know the adage “Change your thoughts and you change your world?”

I didn’t like the negative ruminations running through me, so I thought about the doe and her fawns I often see drinking from those sparkling waters.

And I smiled.

Later that day, as I made yet another walk in the wet, I remembered a post I saw many moons ago. It was a social media recording of Fave and Squirrel dancing in the rain.

Fave & Squirrel Dancing in the Rain

And I smiled.

Yesterday, as a stiff cold breeze blew threw my coat, sending shivers up and down my spine, I spotted this float…

Up, Up, and Away Float

And I smiled.

We shopped at two local stores where I found a number of gifts for friends, family, and yes, a little something-something for myself, too.

These inspirational lawn stones…

To Be or Not To Be Inspirational Stones

These American flag scarves will be perfect for the crew of us heading to cheer Fave on at the upcoming World Weightlifting Championships!

Flag Scarves

Isn’t it beautiful how the upturn of our lips can carry those blues up, up and away…

Those earlier wet events made me think of that song, Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head. The lyrics are so true, Journeyer, as much as we might like, we’ll never stop the rain by complaining, so why not accept that what we have might not be worse than the alternative.

In the past decade I’ve listened to two different family members, people who live on opposite sides of the country, complain about ongoing water shortages and the hardships that accompany a drought.

I remember the weeks before Warren and I married. Torrential, daily rains left our field, the site for our outdoor wedding so soggy that the tents couldn’t be installed. On the eve of what was to be one of the most important days of our lives, thunder rattled our window panes as water pelted the glass and lightning lit up the skies outside…

We ended up moving the ceremony to our front yard, the only accessible, firm plot of land on our sixty-acre plot. I remember rising with the sun to stare up at the heavens. Pushing its way through the dark clouds was a patch of clear sky that stayed with us the rest of the day, the rain and clouds drifting off to nurture parched lands and, alas, to test someone else’s spirits…

Speaking of the heavens above, this glorious morning sky greeted me as I stepped out of my car one morning.

Red Sky Raindrops Keep Falling

As Warren and I now make our way back to our beautiful, empty nest, the sun sits high in a bright blue sky filled with wispy white clouds.

Speaking of songs, music always tops my happy list and this past week I couldn’t resist cranking up the TV volume when Tears for Fears hit Shout came on.

Raindrops and tears come and go, Journeyer, but if we’re open to the possibility and keep our eyes peeled on the promise, it’s never very long before happiness steps up to greet us…

How I love that beautiful reality…

What about you, Journeyer, what moments stepped up to meet you on your week’s path? Share them here and share a little joy!

Until we meet again, yours in hope, healing, and happiness,

On Saying Goodbye

2 Comments on “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head”

  1. Funny…I’ve been writing about the rain too.

    It’s all about perspective and getting some.

    I for one, have always loved the rain. Especially a warm summer rain.

    Thank you Annah.

    1. Hey! How did I miss this comment? Funny that I see it tonight because my sleep was interrupted by last night’s storms and I spent much of today walking in and out of the rain. I absolutely love those images of Fave and Squirrel dancing in the rain. It truly is all about perspective, about changing our thoughts. Though I find the cold rain uncomfortable, I can’t help but be grateful for everything it is bringing to our soil, our rivers, and our plants. A local garden center owner told me that well-watered vegetation has a better chance of surviving cold winters like the one we had last year. That’s what I’ve been trying to focus on today. 🙂

      Hope you’re warm and dry! xo

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