JOY IS LIKE THE RAIN
As the long days of summer fade into ever-darkening autumn, I am often visited by bouts of melancholy.
Yesterday evening, I sat in my meditation room watching chilly raindrops slide down my windowpane. I spoke aloud my intention for my meditation session: “I want to find the joy underneath this sadness.”
Suddenly, the words to an old song, written by Medical Mission Sister Miriam Therese Winter in 1965, popped into my mind. “I saw raindrops on my window. Joy is like the rain. Laughter runs across my pane, slips away and comes again. Joy is like the rain.”
I recalled singing this song in church as a young adult. It had always been one of my favorites. But I hadn’t thought about it in years.
It was as if Sister Miriam Therese Winter’s voice reached across six decades to speak to me in the present. It warmed my heart, adding a touch of sweetness and gratitude to my melancholy.