“There is growth in the rain and progress in the pain.”
Every time I go to Mississippi to visit my grandparents, we always spend more time sitting on the porch than in the house. Whether it’s raining or the sun is shining, we’ll stay out there talking and waving at cars as they pass by. I remember one specific day when I was younger, it was just me and my Papa sitting on the porch. It began to rain and he passed me a cup. Normally when he passes me a cup, it’s because he wants me to go into the kitchen and bring him some ice water with more ice than water. This time, he instructed me to take the empty cup and place it in the rain. I ran out into the rain as fast as I could, placed the cup on the ground, and ran back under the porch where it was dry. When the rain stopped a few hours later, he told me to go get the same cup and bring it back to him. Once I brought the cup back to him, he said “You see that BB, that’s how you measure the rain. Now go water the plants with it.” So, I walked over to my Grandma’s plants under the porch and poured the rainwater on it. It was at that moment that I learned that rain needs to fall in order for things to grow.
That moment was symbolic for the years that lied ahead of me. I was to experience a lot of rainfall and after every rainstorm, there was a choice to be made. I could either leave the rainwater sitting in the cup or use the same rain that fell in my life for spiritual, mental and emotional growth. By the grace of God and that little girl on her grandparents’ porch…I always chose growth.
It is a known fact that rainwater produces healthier plants and more growth because it contains certain nutrients that tap water does not, which means that there is a certain type of growth that can only be accessed through rainfall. Every raindrop that fell can be seen in the woman that I am today. Yes, I’ve been through a lot but I wouldn’t take it back for anything in the world. If the rain had to fall all over again for me to become the woman that I am today, I would grab the biggest cup, place it in the rain, run back under my grandparents’ porch, and watch it fall.