The Endearing Truth Of Our Shared Uncertainty

It is a strange day.

We have been humbled by a microscopic giant.

Much like the tides change the shape of the shore, our lives have been reshaped by the invisible waves of the virus. The uncertainty is the single most terrifying aspect of these changing times for many of us.

I hear the tapping and sloshing of rainfall, heavy on the metal pieces of the roof over my head. Bless that roof. That loud, shabby roof is a beautiful barrier indeed. A symbol of my safety-that roof.

I would not have thought this same thought six months ago. Six months ago the sound of rain on the top of our simple home would have caused slight annoyance for reasons that now seem unimportant. Reasons such as a hairstyle, traffic and how the dog gets fussy about peeing in the rain.

Now, these reasons for annoyance seem petty and meaningless.

I am compelled by the feeling that I get when I hear the rhythm of the raindrops. I am moved to share this feeling with you.

I hear my child laughing from his bedroom, in another day of online game battles with his growing group of kids from all over the world. They too have been staying under their roofs, inside their homes, as long as their parents and teachers and grandparents and newscasters and everyone tells them they have to. Until the virus passes, and we can all relax again.

Much like the day before today, and the day before that one. Much like many days now, today is eerie and chilling. The sounds of rain never made me cry until today. I will blame the weather.

I can blame the weather all I want, but the truth is the unusual sensation I keep mentioning is coming from a…

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