Secrets In The Rain

by Belinda Taylor - September 23, 2014 10:55PM

What mysteries stir in the rain? It holds so much for us that we could never really comprehend. The veil of rain disguised as natures very own tears is but Gods way of giving us privacy.

To cry will only wash away for the world to know not that our pain was visible. To scream in the rain seems playful, jovial, yet anguished with all it's intensity.

Run, run fast and hard. Feel the wind and drops of moisture falling against your face. Let it have you but for a moment. Let it cleanse your eyes and your heart of the turmoil deep within, the turmoil which holds us captive because we hold onto it with a tight grip, scared it will be revealed for the thief it is, scared to show what it is capable of should we release it.

The desire to stand in the middle of a field at dusk, arms outstreched, head tilted back looking into the gray swirls of clouds mixed with raindrops seems to call to our inner need to be accepted by the darkness we call companionship.

Let the rain have you but for a moment. Let it cleanse you and wash your pain away if but for a moment. Loosen the grip and let it go. Cry, cry, cry like you've never cried before and mask it in the mystery of the fallen rain.

When it ends there will be no tracks to indicate there ever were tears. Look into the puddles and see the reflection of the new blue sky, the rainbow and the newly transformed clouds. Look into the puddles and look deep into your eyes and find your soul there. Only you know what the dark skies held that it holds no more.

Capture this wondrous moment, savor it for it will only last for a little while until we find ourselves waiting for the skies to grow dark and misty again so once more we can hide in the sheets of rain which blanket us, disguising once again the pain within.

The darkness cannot grip your heart and mind anymore. Take delight because you now have a secret, a secret in the rain...

Ghosts! It's True...

5 years old she only wanted to hang out with her older siblings and older cousin. "Please, please"! She pleads with them to include her. Finally they agree that she could be their friend for the evening. Little did she know their new found kindness was just a plot to keep her from ever wanting to be included again.

"Hey, i have an idea"! Proclaimed one of the older siblings. "Lets do a seance"! She had no idea what a seance was but was about to learn. She finds herself, along with the older kids, sitting in a very dark room at a table with nothing but a candle to light their faces. She wasn't scared though because if the older kids were not afraid then their is nothing to fear. Right?

"We will conjure aunt Vina". Whomever that was she thought. "Close your eyes everyone and aunt Vina will make the table float". Floating tables? This was an exciting thought. "Put your hands palm down on the table and leave them there and no matter what keep your eyes closed". She did as she was told. She felt giddy because she was doing a big kid thing, with the big kids.

"Vinnnaaa come to us". "We are calling you aunt Vina". She sat there, eyes closed tight in anticipation of feeling the table float underneath her palms. It was her only thought. What seemed like an eternity went by, she was feeling there was no hope of that table floating when suddenly screams let out and chairs were slung back and the candle in the middle of the table was knocked over and extinguished as the older kids ran out the bedroom door closing it behind them, leaving her in there to face "whatever" it was they were running from alone.

She opens her eyes to see nothing but darkness all around her. For some reason she couldn't move. Was it frozen fear? She didn't feel afraid though. Was it something unseen holding her hostage in her chair? Who knows. Movement in the corner. What is that? She wondered. It moved out from the corner and slowly made its way across the room.

She realizes it is a woman. Older, heavy set, hair up in a bun, flower print dress, black rimmed glasses. Half way across the woman stops, turns her head and looks at the girl for just a moment, then turns and walks on until she disappeared into the wall. Only then was she permitted to move. THEN she was scared and ran out of the room to her older siblings where she found them laughing because she fell for their prank.

Her mother enters the room, "What is going on in here"? she asked. "We had a seance"! the girl proclaimed. "And i saw a ghost"! Her mother was angry with the older kids for doing such evils and warned them to never do it again. She then told the girl "you didn't see a ghost Belinda, they were just trying to scare you, ghosts aren't real". Oh, but ghosts are real! she thought because she just saw one and it was aunt Vina, (whomever that was.)

"But mom, it was aunt Vina" she insisted. "You never knew aunt Vina Belinda, she passed before you were ever born"! The girl started to cry because she knew what she saw and no one would believe her. "Tell me what she looked like", her mother instructed. The girl spilled out all the details of what this woman looked like as she watched her mothers face become tense and shocked. "Oh my God" her mother said. "You just described your great aunt Vina". "I know it, i saw her" the girl said.

The older kids stood there in disbelief and what looked like just a little bit of jealousy. But one thing was for sure, she would NEVER be doubted about seeing the dead again...

A TRUE STORY. Experienced and written by Belinda Taylor 5-9-2014