Howard J. Davis was born in Britain and currently resides in Toronto, Canada. C’est Moi, based on the tragic death of Marie-Josèphe Angélique an 18th century slave, is Howard’s first film to scre…
Living in Florida, I’ve come to appreciate the randomness of the rain. It comes down without warning at times, even as the sun is shining at its brightest. It’s easier tolerated while sitting in the comfort of your home or even in the protective encasement of your car. However, it’s less welcomed just as you’ve exited the beauty salon with no umbrella wearing your flip-flops and your car is parked about 100 feet away! You could turn back but the damage is already done. You also run the risk of falling with those slippers that were designed for dry ground and sandy beaches. You only walked about 20 steps but it was just enough to get completely drenched. I’ve grown accustomed to laughing in the midst of scenarios such as this. I mean after all, what’s the point of crying? That’s life, right? Actually, it’s pretty close to what we go through in life. Rain often comes unexpectedly and without warning. Whether it’s sickness, death or divorce, it has the potential to drown you in sorrow if you let it. Sometimes it rains so much you can’t even remember the last time you felt the warmth of the sun on your face and begin to wonder if you’ll ever see it again. Then one day it stops raining. The sun shines just as bright as ever and before long, those endless, rainy days are last week’s news, then last month, then last year and so on until you can hardly remember the last time it rained like that. For me, the rain-less days are the more challenging to cope with. It’s common to spend most of these days wondering and anticipating when the rain will come. You expect the rain and if you expect it, maybe you’ll be better prepared for it, right? Hope for the best and prepare for the worst, right? But while waiting in anticipation, you lose out on the opportunity to appreciate and enjoy the day that’s right before you, and once it’s gone, you’ll never see that day again. So enjoy the sun and your loved ones while you can because it always rains again. Sometimes just a light rain and other times a torrential storm. I don’t complain about the rain that falls from the sky anymore — even when it messes up my freshly salon-styled hair. I love the sound of it, the smell of it and its cool mist against my face. I often find myself mentally engrossed with it, taking it all in, and holding onto the moment. I’ve also learned to appreciate those sunny days even more. I try to get as much accomplished as possible while the day is young, just in case that rain should come. And when it does, I accept it for what it is. It’s the randomness of the rain. The sun will shine again!
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