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Cindy L. Freeman – Rainy Days 5/20/19

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Remember the song, “Rainy Days and Mondays” by the Carpenters? Before I retired, I often dreaded rainy days, especially Mondays. Like the Carpenters, they always got me down.

When I was teaching, rainy days meant that my classrooms looked dreary and my students would arrive dripping, drooping and lethargic. I understood because I, too, lacked energy. On rainy days, I had to work twice as hard to infuse vitality into my teaching and to engage my students’ interest and enthusiasm.  

Now that I work from home, all that has changed. I look forward to rainy days. The sunroom where I write is cheerful, rain or shine. The teasing sun calls me outside to play, but a hypnotic pitter patter against the windowpanes relaxes me and bids me to recline with my laptop and enter the worlds of my imagination.

I gaze upward through the arch of a high Palladian window and watch clouds rushing by. Even gray clouds remind me that all of life is movement; forward movement of mind, body and soul. I think about the blessings that rain brings to the earth as it waters the trees, flowers and grass, providing life-sustaining hydration for animals and humans, alike.

Tree branches catch the wind and dance freely, reaching outward and upward. They appear to be swirling in space, unattached. I stop to watch God’s ballet recital, no ticket required.

I offer a silent prayer of thanks for life and sustenance, for meaningful work both present and past, for whatever the future holds. When a stray sunbeam peeks through the grayness, ephemeral yet piercing, I’m reminded of how God’s love can penetrate even our darkest days … if we are ready to receive it.

Cindy L. Freeman is the author of two award-winning short stories and three published novels: UnrevealedThe Dark Room and I Want to Go Home. Website:; Facebook page: Her books are available through or

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