Posted by: pendrops | October 16, 2006

rain day


Today, I can’t escape the grey that has crept around me. You know what I’m talking about: the messy stuff of life that doesn’t tie up neatly, that keeps us off-balance, that reminds us of our frailty. For example, my mind lurches with the recent and nauseating realization of how my need for control and perfection has hurt my husband. And my heart questions the incomprehensible death of a dear wife and a precious daughter. Even the strange aftertaste of my 10-year high school reunion has undone me.

So I’d rather talk about rain.

The British would call today a rain day, a day in which “at least 0.01 in. or 0.2 mm of precipitation is recorded.” According to the American Meteorology Society’s Glossary of Meteorology, rain is simply “precipitation in the form of liquid water drops that have diameters greater than 0.5 mm.” That’s right. If it’s smaller than 0.5 mm, it’s just drizzle. It’s that cut and dry…er, wet.

And these raindrops we see splattering the pavement and soaking the ground on this overcast October day form in a cloud that gives birth to tons of growing water droplets. says that the weather conditions surrounding these water-bearing clouds as they pass through the sky have to be just right for these droplets to collide and form bigger drops.

If these conditions are right and the droplets grow, they eventually get too heavy for the air to hold and they fall. Because some droplets grow more slowly, they linger in the cloud, getting bigger by the moment. Then down they plummet, splashing and creating ripples in the puddles of faster-growing droplets.

On a day like today, when the grey shades of life encircle me, I’m glad there is rain to think about. Something absolute. Some calculate-able. Something that speaks of reason and order. Because I need to know that 1 + 1 still equals 2. That autumn leaves are not randomly turning red, yellow and purple; but are purposely returning to their truest colors as they purge the summer’s chlorophyll. And that every time a raindrop falls, it must be born from a timeless formula that was set in motion by the same God who gives us unanswerable questions and solid certainties.



  1. The British may call it a “rain day,” but we all know what it’s called here in America…a “Krista” day!

    (well, at least it’s called a Krista day in a small segment of the population)

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