The Rain is God's Gift

"Oh, shucks," pouted Jim, "now the rain is spoiling our fun."

"It would have to rain," joined in Marion, "just when we wanted a day of sunshine for our party."

Jim and Marion were looking out the window from the city apartment house where they lived.

"What a mean, hateful old thing the rain is!" Marion said, turning her wrath on the weather.

"Makes me boiling mad," added Jim, clenching his fists for emphasis.

Just then Jim's mother came up behind the children and looked over their shoulders through the window at the gently falling spring shower.

"Why, there's that new girl stand­ing in her doorway across the street. Look at her, Jim and Marion."

"What on earth is she doing there?" asked Marion. "Doesn't she know that she will get wet without an umbrella? The rain is blowing into the doorway."

"Well, you look again and see if you can find out why she is standing there and what she is doing. To me she looks very happy right now," pointed out Mother.

Sure enough, Jim could see that his mother was right. The girl had a wondrously bright smile all over her face. The soft rain was falling on her upturned face and running down her forehead, eyes, and cheeks.

"Why does she have her face turned up to the rain, getting it all wet?" asked Marion in amazement. "She acts as if it were great fun feeling the raindrops on her cheeks and forehead and all over her face."

"And she is holding out her hands to get them wet, too," Jim went on. "And did you ever see anyone look so thrilled?"

"You are right about her," their mother spoke tenderly. "Our new neighbor is grateful to have the sensation of raindrops on her skin. It is one of her special joys in life. There are so many things she misses, so many sights and colors, that she has learned to be grateful for small touches, even of the spring rain."

Jim and Marion stood at the window staring across the street in silence a long time.
Then Marion asked, "Mother, she is young and pretty, isn't she, but is she really blind?"

"Yes," said her mother, "she is blind and cannot see."

"And is it always as dark as night to her?" asked Jim.

"It is always darkness to her," said the mother.

The children looked through the window at the girl again as she stood there in the rain. This time her face seemed a prayer of thanks to God that he had sent the spring showers to brush her cheek, to gently pat her face, and to make music for her ears to hear.

When Jim and Marion started for school they lifted their heads toward the sky just to feel what it was like to have the wonderfully friendly, soft rain on their faces. In fact, they crossed the street and said to the new girl in the neighborhood, "Would you like to walk to school with us?"

When she said a gleeful, "Yes," Marion exclaimed, "Oh, I just love the rain, don't you?"

And the new girl smiled as Marion took her arm and said, "Oh, the rain is so friendly! I love its soft kisses, its gentle pats, and even its warm stings."

"You bet," said Jim, who but a half hour ago had been grumbling and growling like an old grumpy bear about the hateful rain. "You bet!" Taking a look again at the girl's blind eyes, "I think the rain is beautiful, too!"

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