It was nothing but dark angry skies and torrential rains all day long in south Louisiana. It came straight down, sideways to the left and then sideways to the right. At one point I think I even saw it trying to go back up!
Thank goodness after work there was a break in the downpour, which was great because I needed to get a few snacks for my hotel room as my stash was getting low. So off to the store I went.
I got my bundle of goodies and was met at the front door by... more rain. I figured it would slow down enough for me to get to my truck without getting water logged. At least I hoped it would.
As I stood there waiting for the skies to cooperate, I heard the voice of a little girl behind me. She looked to be almost three years old. Being father of three girls and now a grandfather of nine grand munchkins, I tend to notice little ones because you never know what they’re going to say or do next.
Just as the rain began to lessen its deluge, the little girl's father noticed a big hole opening up in the dark clouds. He began to point out to his baby girl the sun, beyond the rain, pouring through the opening with a beautiful blue sky beyond.
I could not help but smile as her face beamed. That is, until she said, "Look, Daddy. I bet we can see Mama in heaven, huh?"
The young father stood up from his kneeling position and turned his face away from his daughter. He tried to maintain his composure, but he was caught off guard. He was at arm’s length from me, staring at me face to face.
I don't know how, but I could see in his eyes that he was pleading with me not to say a word to him; in fear that the flood of tears he was trying to hold back would come pouring down.
I nodded and walked to my truck, trying my best to maintain my own composure. It didn't work. It took a moment for me to realize that it was still pouring down rain. I guess no one would have noticed the tears of a soaking wet old man standing in the parking lot with bags of snacks anyway.
It was a weird moment of emotions. All I could do was grieve for the loss of that young family, but at the same time I was overwhelmed with thankfulness to God for my bride and my own family. There was a mix of tears for both in the same puddle.
So in the end the weather man was right. It was a one-hundred percent chance of rain today, both inside and out. I guess like the rain moistens the Earth to sustain life, just as God created it, so do the tears of compassion soften the heart to give life to compassion. So in light of this there is nothing we can say except… Let it rain.