I always get melancholy whenever I smell rain.

Whenever I smell rain, I think of my mother, who died five years ago from cancer.  She was only fifty-nine years of age; she was far too young.

I loved my mother.  I was very close with her.  When she got sick with the cancer, it was the worst thing that could have ever happened to me.  I thought she would be around forever; however, God had other plans; it wasn't to be.

Mom was very beautiful: she had silver hair that hung in a pageboy style to her shoulders, intense, snapping blue eyes that sparkled with life, a dimpled smile that could light up a room, a slim build, and energy to spare.  She could wear out people who were twenty or thirty years younger than she. 

Then she got sick with cancer.  It started in her breast but metastisized to her lungs and then, ultimately, her liver and pancreas.  Dcotors could not do anything; they gave her less than a year to live.  True to their word, Mom sickened further and was gone in less than six months.

I don't remember much about the funeral except that it rained.  It stormed.  Itl ightninged.  It thundered.  It was as if God, Himself, was weeping over my loss.

Now whenever it rains, I think of my Mom, especially when it storms or if I hear thunder or see lightning.  It's as if she's giving me a sign from Heaven, assuring me that all is okay and that she is always with me.  It's a comforting feeling, yet I also turn sad and I often cry.  I miss my Mom so much!!