A reflection on  the "rainy days" of life. Expectations, disappointment, foiled plans, and childlikeness in the middle of it.

Written Form:

"Some people, the busy, the obligated, the occupied, the hurried, see a rain puddle, and avoid it. To them it is a nuisance, an interruption, a fashion foiler, plan ruiner, a mood-killer. Others, the hopeful, the creative, the courageous, the childlike, see it as an opportunity. To them, it is an object of immense potential. A playground of imagination, a game, something to jump over, even something useful, something to clean your muddy boots with.

See, children are not consumed with the plans, ideals, and expectations that steal the joy out of a rainy day. They are simply present to it, open to make the most of what they are given. Creative, curious, courageous, intelligent, and bold to discover what today has for them, they are without a second thought, unworried about things like “tracking mud through the house” or “wet socks”. The experience of the present moment overcomes the fear of any potential minor consequence.

What if we learned from these children, what if we let them teach us their ways full of wonder?

Sure, we can all acknowledge that rainy days often put a damper on our plans, limit our outfit options, and even make us a bit moody sometimes.

But what if we let our puddles become potential and opened our hearts to what God might have in store for us on the “rainy days” of our lives?

It may be wet, but it may very well be wonderful, if only we wonder." - Noah Baxter

Here is a poem I wrote about sometimes unwelcome yet usually invited interruptions, divine interventions disguised as distractions, and the story behind the poem itself.