God is in the rain.
This is one of my favorite lines. It comes from the film V for Vendetta.
It's storming tonight, and I just love the rain. I adore thunderstorms. I get excited about gray clouds like most people do about sunny days. It's one of my many quirks (and feel free to psychoanalyze it to death).
I have been incredibly and increasingly stressed out for a number of reasons lately, and for some reason I let stress affect me far too deeply. Then it rains.
In the film, the female protagonist gods through this horrible life-altering experience that leads her to being ready to die. Then, she learns it was a farce and she steps outside into the rain for the first time and utters that line...
God is in the rain.
It's her baptism. She's a new person. She no longer fears death. She finally sees truth and truly lives. She accepts her broken world and rises above it. And the thing that makes most people sad and dreary brings her joy. The thing that we complain about is necessary for life. So, rain is a warm blanket to my soul. It reminds me of what I often forget. I am new, though I cling to my chains. I have nothing to fear, though I'm constantly afraid. I am alive and seeking truth, though I often act dead and hide in darkness. Rain seems dark, but it is life. Topsy-turvy. God is in the rain.
