|"They ran through
the rain believing
by Bob Perks © 2001
I listen. That's where my stories come from.
But sometimes just listening from afar is enough to fill my heart. I
This brief encounter filled my day to capacity. If only they knew the
She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful brown haired, freckled
She looked like a Mom.
It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the tops of
We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart.
I am always mesmerized by rain fall. I get lost in the sound and sight
Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in.
"Mom, let's run through the rain," she said.
"What?" Mom asked.
"Let's run through the rain!" she repeated.
"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated her statement.
"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.
"No we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning,"
the young girl said
"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"
"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer,
The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything
Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some
"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If
God let's us
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they
They got soaked. But they were followed by a few believers who screamed
I want to believe that some where down the road in life, Mom will find
She will laugh again. Her heart will beat a little faster. Her smile
Yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
"I believe in you!"