Rain down on me...

[emilyism]

Have you never turned your face toward the sky in a storm, hoping to glimpse God before the icy rain forces your eyes shut or the lightning blinds you back to the earth? Have you never done this, just to prove that you were alive?

God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh - Oscar Wilde

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[emilyism]

I just thought that, wouldn't it be strange, that as I stand here in the cold cold rain, letting it fall onto my face, if I just opened my eyes and watched the dark and light clouds passing overhead - what if I did see a face, just before the lightning flash? What if it was smiling down on me just as I stood there enjoying what everyone else had buried themseves away from, smiling up at him...or her... What would I do then? What would change about me? Would I like and respect the me on the otherside? Or would I be too different? Too changed? Not myself again.