GRIEF AND RAIN

In the early hours of Thursday morning, it rained, suddenly and heavily for a couple of hours. However, by afternoon, the brilliance of the sun had removed almost every reminder of the fallen rain. We are not avid followers of the weather in Nigeria but rain in November is scarce as we are now in the Dry season (a.k.a harmattan).
On Friday, I was at work and, being a slow morning, was distracting myself with a soap opera that was on TV in the common room. Then there was a scene where a woman was having a miscarriage. She’d been on bedrest for bleeding in pregnancy and then suddenly started having cramps. She called out to her partner who rushed to her side and tried to hold and comfort her as she writhed in agony, crying.
I felt a sudden stab in my heart and a lump in my throat as I was taken back to the day when I was writhing in agony as my ‘light spotting’ became painful cramps. I remembered my dh trying to hold and comfort me as I wept and felt my baby pass out me. I had to look away to compose myself.
A few hours later, I contemplated how this grief, sudden and unexpected, was like the rain the day before. You may think the season of grief is over but suddenly, without warning, something triggers it again. But when u open up to the warmth of the sun (the love of God, family &friends) you will be able to live in the light and walk without falling in to puddles.