Sudden Rain at the Graveside

The following is a former winner of the Amazing but Incredibly True Story Contest.

Copyright Muse Enterprises for the author, 1997

It was August and very hot. I was so depressed at the time. I felt that I was at a dead end in my life; I was unhappy in my marriage, my weight was sky high, and I felt that I was going nowhere with my life. It was 1985.

Feeling particularly distraught on this hot and dry day, I decided to visit my father's grave. Sometimes I find comfort in this. So I packed a cold drink and a beach chair in the trunk of the car and went on my way. When I got there I set up the chair right next to his graveside and sat down and started talking to my dad. "Daddy, I'm so unhappy. I can't get a grip on life, I feel helpless. Sometimes I don't know if it's all worth it, Daddy. Oh Daddy, I'm so miserable. Please help me,can you help me? I just don't care anymore."   I went onto my knees, head bent and ran my hand over the stone.

Suddenly it started raining. I was out pretty far in the cemetary and my car was near the main building. The rain was falling softly, drying instantly as it hit the grey stone where my fingers rested. The rain fell gently on my hair and bare shoulders. I looked up, worried that it may rain hard, and annoyed at having my visit interrupted in this way.

It was raining only on me!  I looked all around. The sun shone glaringly on the rest of the cemetary, the sky was bright blue as before, and the heat was intense. Where I sat beside my father's grave, however, a cylinder of soft and gentle drops of rain came straight down on me. I put my arm out to the right and left of me, not sure what I was seeing, feeling. I thought of my dad, and how sensitive he always was to my heart. I knew he was crying...I knew it. I cried too, thinking "...this is really happening."

I knew then, as I had often wondered, that my father was watching over me. It gave me strength knowing that I wasn't alone. I felt elated that he had shared his compassion with me. I felt grateful to God that such things were possible. I never felt alone after that and went on with strength to straighten my life out. I will never forget my father'stears...I am never alone anymore.

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