A soft song began playing in my car and I wondered how long it had been since I’d listened to it. Watching my wiper blades clear the rain away from my window, I felt my thoughts drift off to another place, another time. Melancholy came when I heard the words, “is this love or is this hate, I’m so afraid”. In my mind’s eye I could see a little girl sitting alone in her room. She too was staring out a window while the rain fell.
Turning off the music I listened to the sound of a rain that had been falling since the dawn of creation. This water would always refresh the earth and be poured out again and again. I wanted it to wash over me, cleansing me of the questions I’d carried for too long. I didn’t want to be afraid ever again. I didn’t want any little girl to be afraid.