I am definitely a California girl. I love the sunshine. I grew up in the water and wonder sometimes if I'm part fish. I'm also starting to believe that I'm solar-powered. I'm pretty sure I'm much cooler and funnier when the sun is shining and it's hot outside. That's why in the winter I'm such a boring loser.
But I'm moving to Oregon soon. I know Oregon isn't all clouds and rain...but I know it's a lot more of that stuff than I'm used to. I want to learn to be okay with the rain, to even start to like it. As I consider this, I also realize I want to be okay with the figurative "rain" in life. When things seem like they just keep falling around me, when the storm seems to be never-ending, I want to buy some rain boots and go splashing around in puddles. I want to accept everything that comes along, even if it means I don't see sunshine for a long time.
Here's a passage from Streams in the Desert that I found particularly fitting:
Is it raining, little flower?
Be glad of rain;
Too much sun would wither one;
It will shine again.
The clouds are very dark, it's true;
But just behind them shines the blue.
Are you weary, tender heart?
Be glad of pain.
In sorrow, sweetest virtues grow,
As flowers in rain.
God watches, and you will have sun,
When clouds their perfect work have done.
So there's my go-to poem for when I'm tired of gray skies and clouds. Hopefully it will remind me to look at rain as something that is necessary for me to grow.
But I still like the sun. And I warned Sam that we will be vacationing in sunny, sunny places. And maybe my next tattoo will be a little sun.