Rain. I stepped off the deck and onto the wet grass. There is a chill in the air and I don’t care. It feels good, it feels like I am being washed by heaven’s rain. Breathe deeply. Can you smell the rain? Can you smell that fresh clean scent? Tilting my face upwards, my eyes close. Rain drops wash down my face. I can feel the heaviness wash away. All of heaven is crying. Our sweet baby, Aaron left us, God has welcomed him home. Heaven is crying with his mother, heaven can feel her pain. I can hear the angel’s whisper in the rain, ” shhh mama, your child is safe and has no more pain.”
Letting the cleansing water wash over my face is healing, I can smell the fragrance of heaven. It is sweet, like a rose. I can smell an earthy aroma in the air. The world is silent except for the sound of the rain caressing the leaves on the maple tree. There is a new fragrance in the air. It is the fragrance of a mothers tears.