Oceans For Emotions: Enjoying the rain
"That ye may be the children of your Father which is in Heaven; for He maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and the unjust."
- Matthew 5:45
As the loud rains hit the tin roof at the Indianola Fishing Center, I put down my fishing rod and sat down for awhile. I watched the gun metal gray sky as the rain came down.
Should I wait out the rain? Fish in the rain, or just rest awhile as the drizzle continued?
Being a science teacher, I know to get out of the storm if it has dangerous warnings like thunder and lightning. But this just seemed to be a slight rain. I told myself I could just wait it out. So, I decided to enjoy the sights.
I watched as the pelicans landed on the nearby posts to take cover and the seagulls all settled on the damp sand.
Then, for some reason, I wondered in my silly mind if the fish were taking a break and watching me. I imagined what they were thinking about me. I would like to share the fishes thoughts with you:
The trout were playfully feeding on the bugs the rain had brought. When they saw me, they shared with each other, "There is Elaine, the retired school teacher watching for us. Let's make her day and run in schools, so she can feel at home or she will put another trout through that dumb hat she always wears on her head."
The redfish playfully flicked their spotted tails at me yelling, "You can't catch us when you're not even fishing, and we have a free shot of making fun of you and getting away with it."
The big drum would swim right in front of the Fishing Center and shout "Boom, Boom." And the little drum would follow their lead and yell, "Boom, boom," in their adolescent voices just knowing I couldn't catch them without fishing.
The "wash tub" flounder that always stays at the corner of the cement deck just laughed at me and said, "I'll catch you next time." And the hard-head catfish looked longing at me from their fish ISS room and said that they would get me when they got out after five days.
The rain show stopped, and I started fishing again, but I felt like I was catching friends instead of fish. I know some place there is help for people who think like me, and if not, I'll start one and call it "Seaside Recovery."
Dear Lord, as I sat there I wrote You a poem:
The rain is raining all around,
It falls on seas and tree;
It rains on just and unjust men,
And half and half on me.
Thank you God and know that you are my creator and you made me in your image. I enjoy it when we laugh together.