Rain…
Greeting dear friends & fellow navigators, & welcome to my world this week. We have had some heavy rain here over this week, & quite a bit, in January during the summer holidays. I always think of those still in their tents at times like these… However, not as bad as Northland & Bay of Plenty.
Have you ever thought about how the rain keeps falling, even when the world does not always welcome it, & how it leaves quietly when its time is done? Some people love the rain. They play their favorite songs, & feel the moment become soft & warm. Every drop sounds like a calming lullaby. The cold, damp air feels like a gentle hug from the earth. They love the rain with their whole heart.
But in another part of the world, some people hate when the rain comes. They do not like how it ruins their plans. They do not like running for shelter or squeezing under a roof with strangers. To them, rain is an unwelcome guest.
So why does the rain fall? Does it come to greet those who wait for it? Or to meet those who still see it as a stranger? No, I do not think so… Rain does not fall because of anyone. Even when people have different versions of what rain is, it comes because it knows when it should come, & when it should go. Some people are happy when it rains. Some feel annoyed or sad. But the rain stays steady. It knows when it needs to pour hard & when it should fall quietly.
One thing never changes: Rain chooses to be itself, no matter what people call it. It keeps doing what it is meant to do, to give life, to nourish the earth, to be a blessing for those who need it.
But why is it so hard for us to be like the rain? Rain is not afraid to fall on places where it might be cold or unfriendly. People might judge it, but rain knows itself. It knows its purpose.
So why is it so hard for us to live this way, open, steady, honest about who we are? Rain never asks to be liked. It never begs to be accepted, & even when people misunderstand it, rain keeps doing what it is meant to do, even when not everyone understands or appreciates it.
There were moments in my life when I felt the need to explain myself all the time. I wanted people to understand me, to see my intentions clearly. But the more I explained, the misunderstandings still appeared. It felt like the more honest I was, the more the world found a way to hurt me. And it was tiring, so tiring…
But rain teaches something different. In its silence, it reminds me I do not always have to explain who I am. It is okay if people misunderstand. Let them think what they want to think. Let them hold their own versions of you, even the wrong ones.
It is okay if you are not always welcomed. It is okay if your presence is not always celebrated. Your worth is far bigger than any label the world puts on you. Some people will tell you we matter & some will make you feel you do not. But the truth is: Your value does not depend on their opinions.
Maybe we can learn from the rain, not by explaining ourselves all the time, but by living our lives the best we can. By knowing ourselves better. By doing what is been given to us, the way rain knows exactly when to fall & when to stop. Plus, our lawn does look great this year…
Just few observations again dear friends & provide an opinion in my world. Thank you for stopping by, I appreciate your being here. If my journey encourages you also, all is well with my soul. Looking forward to next week; this is Kenn Butler in Paradise, Nelson with best wishes.
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