Several years ago, Keith and I went to an outdoor concert. We were living in Fayetteville, Arkansas, and decided to drive to Little Rock one weekend for a good dose of culture. Lots of wonderful R&B acts, but the man of the hour was Anthony Hamilton. Would you believe the forecasted rain held off until Anthony’s show…
I remember a big AWWW from the crowd as it quickly moved from sprinkles to straight thunder and rain.
Still, Anthony performed. Mic cracking, Anthony sang from his soul.
As the majority of attendees left for shelter, Keith and I stood in the rain while our favorite singer’s voice echoed from underneath a brim.
There was no umbrella.
My husband held me from behind and we swayed while the rain came down.
It is one of the most romantic memories I have of us.
Eventually, there was lightening. Anthony apologized, ended his set, and Keith and I moved on to our nearby hotel for shelter thinking:
How quick we are to pull out umbrellas, cover our manes, and run from the rain when it comes down hard.
This morning, I am reminded that beautiful things can happen in the rain; and I’m not talking about gardens growing. I’m speaking about receiving what is being carefully orchestrated in our lives.
What if COVID-19, as awful as it is, happens to be a major catalyst for our growth, maturation, or self-realization? What if it is the actual intervention? What if a greater power was at work right now clarifying the thing you’ve been questioning?
Some of us will come out of sheltering dry, having missed the opportunity offered by the rain.
Others will be completely drenched, but forever indebted to God for what was revealed to them or their families during this time in history.
COVID-19 rain-related issues may be laziness or lack of inspiration, pessimism, closed-mindedness, the file for unemployment, the physical separation from a vital community, addictions, the loss of a loved one, or that thing at home you’ve managed to avoid so well before being quarantined.
Now, it’s raining, and there’s an instinct to complain, argue, fall apart, be afraid, depressed, or even circle back to old patterns.
I believe wholeheartedly that there will be blessings from the rain and that we will come out better, wiser, appreciative, more aware… more in love… having rested enough, laughed until we cried, cooked delicious, hearty meals… having formed stronger bonds… admitted we took things and people for granted… having noticed the specific needs of our children… maybe we’ll come out of this with a new manuscript or skill…
(If we were to piece together content and commentary from our social media posts, we’d have a book or pamphlet of thoughts and inspiration that will stand the test of time– and be available to our children’s children when they are given a research assignment about economic or social hardships during the 2020 Coronavirus pandemic.)
There’s an old saying… Lord, whatever you’re doing in this season, don’t do it without me…
Clinnesha is a writer, wife, mom, meta-artist, and social entrepreneur. Her work is at the intersection of arts, culture, innovation, and community.