Trapped within that small confinement of the bus stop...the rain pouring down mercilessly all around you. You see water dripping and flowing everywhere. Strong winds howl and blow darts of water straight at you, slowly but surely wetting you.
It happened to me last sunday, at the bus stop outside my house. It was after the tiring outing at Pasir Ris with the youth...so yeah...it felt sucky indeed. Not wanting to trouble my family to bring me an umbrella...I decided to wait.
So what do you do when you're stuck within a small confinement all alone? Well...I stoned for awhile...then...I started to take note of my surroundings. Looking around...turning up, stooping down...I started looking in detail what was around me, and I saw...
...trees swaying in unison to the blowing of the wind.
...repetitive radial splashes of rain drops as they hit the ground.
...water flowing along uneven grounds.
...splashes of water made by passing vehicles that seemed to have a grand splendour to them.
...a jogger running in the rain, before stopping to catch his breath at the opposite bus stop.
...an indian guy cycling away furiously in the rain.
...gravity and weight working on the water droplets as they drip down the shelter and trees.
Minute going-ons around us all the time? Yup. Things that don't really warrant any attention from me usually. But that afternoon...as I looked around in that shelter...it felt...different.
Physics at work, human reactions in action.
The force of nature reacting with the man made.God in the midst of us, our world.
We find it funny when babies find amusement in the seemingly small and silly stuffs. We explain it away with science and forget from whom it came from. And soon, we lose the wonder it all.
Guess He knew I needed it after what I've been through these few years. There's no real clear direction on my next phase of life yet, and even if I wanted to, situations just don't seem to allow me to move. Guess He knows it doesn't do me good to force myself to move on, without first unpacking and learning what these few years have to teach me.
And so I find myself under the shelter in the rain...and in the midst of the uncertainty and quietness in my life, it seems He's drawing me...to stop and take count, to observe and reflect, to appreciate, to surrender and let go, to repent, to give thanks.
So then, let me not run off in the rain, but to rest in Your shelter amidst the rain, and hear what You have to say.
PS. Oh by the way...in the end, the rain kept getting bigger. So I finally gave a call to my mom to pass me an umbrella =D