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🌧️ Rain Ain’t Just for Weekends
Now listen here, I know most folks don’t get too excited when they peek out the window on a Tuesday morning and see it’s raining cats, dogs, and probably a stray possum or two. Especially when you’ve got errands to run, a kid to get to practice, and Lord help us all — an outdoor sport on the calendar. Nothing quite tests your patience and your hair like a soggy ball field and a folding chair sinking in mud.
But let’s be honest — rain doesn’t ask for permission, does it? It just rolls in, messes up your plans, frizzes your bangs, and makes you late to everything. Yet somehow, it always brings a little something we didn’t know we needed.
So grab yourself a glass of sweet tea, shug, and settle in, because this one might hit a little close to home. We’re not just talking about the kind of rain that messes up your carpool line — we’re talking about the kind that pours on your heart.
You know the kind — when life feels heavy, and everything that could go wrong decides to throw a little thunderstorm your way. The kind of days when your emotions flood over like your backyard after a downpour, and you find yourself wondering if God’s trying to grow something in all that mess or just reminding you to slow down and sit a spell.
See, the truth is, rain isn’t just for weekends — it’s for real life, too. It comes when it wants, stays longer than you’d like, and sometimes ruins your good shoes. But it also washes things clean, makes the world smell new again, and reminds us that even cloudy days can feed something beautiful growing underneath.
Now let me tell you something I’ve been thinkin’ lately — have you ever noticed that sometimes the rain is actually prettier than the sunshine? I’ve got a friend, bless her heart, who hates the light. I mean truly hates it. She keeps her house dim, her office darker, and if she ever bought a car with a sunroof, she’d probably duct tape it shut. Most folks think she’s odd, but the more I think about it, the more I wonder — what if she’s right?
What if the rain is really the best part? Sure, it messes up our schedules and our hair. It forces us to rethink, to slow down, to get creative. And Lord knows, we could all use a little slowing down. It hadn’t rained around here in what felt like forever, and when it finally did — on a Saturday, no less — I found myself downright excited about it.
I slept in, had my puppies curled up next to me, and listened to that gentle patter on the windows. It was peaceful. It was quiet. And for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t rushing anywhere. I just sat there and let the rain fall.
And in that stillness, I started thinkin’ about the mama’s heart in all of us — the ones that give, and do, and pour ourselves out every single day. We’re constantly filling cups that aren’t our own, running kids here and there, keeping households afloat, and trying to make everyone happy. But shug, what happens when your own cup runs dry?
That’s when God sends the rain. Sometimes it’s His way of saying, “Sit down, child. Rest for a bit.” The rain gives us permission to slow down, to breathe, and to refill what’s been emptied. It reminds us that we don’t have to be everything to everyone all the time.
This time of year always hits me tender — October brings back memories of a dear friend I lost to suicide. Every time it rains, I think of him and wish I’d had the chance to tell him that the rain is beautiful too. That storms don’t last forever. That we can still be okay, even when the world feels gray.
Life moves fast, and it’s easy to get caught up in the noise and the “stuff.” But I’m learning to make things simple again — to find beauty in the slow moments and love people deeper than I worry about things.
I even decided this year that I’m making all my Christmas gifts by hand. Now, before you roll your eyes and picture me as some kind of Pinterest goddess, don’t. This will be somewhere between the Netflix show “Love, Meghan” and Joanna Gaines’ kitchen. Think homemade jellies, compound butters, breads, and a few sweet treats tucked into little baskets with love and laughter. Because there’s something special about a gift made with your own two hands — something that says, “I slowed down long enough to love you this way.”
So maybe my friend is onto something after all. Maybe there really is beauty in the rain — in slowing down, in the hard parts, in the moments that make us pause. Don’t forget, even in your storm, you’re not alone. Somewhere out there, a friend or family member is ready to scoot a little closer, share their umbrella, and sit with you in the rain until the sun comes back out.
So go ahead, shug — take a rainy day. Rest. Laugh. Breathe. Let it fall and let it heal. Because even the rain is beautiful.
💕 Magnolias, Messes & Mercy.
