rain rain go away

I know before I get out of bed in the morning.
I stir to wakefulness, and can feel the pressure behind my eyes.
The curtains are closed, the blinds drawn, but I know before I even open my eyes.


I pull the blankets up over my head and curl into my “spot”. That wonderful little cushion on Hubby’s shoulder between the joint of his shoulder and the base of his neck. I spend many mornings here, but rainy mornings especially.

I can feel him stir… his gentle movement as he lays his strong hand over my eyes and massages my temple.

He knows me.

The shadows that I worked so hard to leave behind find me when it rains.
The grey skies hold the sadness and the loneliness that I felt for years and shower it on me like the tears I have cried. I hear the raindrops hitting the windows, like taps on my shoulder, reminding me that they are never far away.
He wraps his arms around me to protect me from the rain.

He understands me.

I slowly make my way downstairs. The stresses, the pressures of the last few months, weeks, weighing down my steps. I try to kick them loose, like mud from my shoes, but they are unmoving.
He hands me a coffee, some pain medication, kisses me gently, sits beside me on the couch. No words are spoken.

He hears me.

Never pushing, never questioning. Knowing my sadness. Understanding my dark places. Hearing when I need him to help me. He is there when it is time.

He loves me.

17 thoughts on “rain rain go away

  1. This is so beautifully written and very poetic.
    You are very lucky to have a husband who “just knows” and is there to help guide you out of this storm.
    I hope that you’re feeling well now. Hugs

  2. Oh, Lindsay, this is my favorite post of yours yet. Thank you for baring your soul. You are so lucky to have someone who knows you like your husband does. Hope the sun is shining for you soon πŸ™‚

  3. Pure poetry. The words are so beautiful. The image of the relationship amazing and so filled with love…love that clearly is mutual. Hope that helped to sweep the rain away!

  4. I just ran across your post from a linkup at Writer’s Edge. This was a nicely written post. I can see you have a “story” that isn’t mentioned in this post. I’ll definately be reading more. You seem to have a way with words.

    • Thank you so much… I haven’t been blogging long enough to really be comfortable telling the story that you picked up on.
      But that’s why I’m here… and I hope that moment will come.

      Thank you for stopping by πŸ™‚

  5. Oh, gosh…I’ve felt this so many mornings; I’ve been in this moment so many times before. You describe it so beautifully, but it’s often not beautiful at all. The pain is an ugly thing indeed. My husband’s also wonderful about knowing just what to do to ease the migraine…even if it’s just for a moment.

    Visiting from WOE! Beautiful writing!

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  7. i can almost visualize this. it’s so vivid, so life-like so real….effortlessly identifiable to almost anyone who has ever been in a relationship…

    i wish i had that now πŸ˜₯

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