Ok – one quick post. I couldn’t resist this.
I am lying in bed, listening to the rain hit against the house. The loudness rising and falling with the swoops of raindrops. Like the clouds are taking deep breaths in and then quickly exhaling.
It reminded me of someone and how we used to talk about the rain. And how it was mesmerizing to watch, being safely tucked inside. But one time, while talking about the rain, I couldn’t resist. I was drawn outside and felt the drops on my face. I stretched out my arms and forced myself to look up at the sky, accepting the rain in. And then we both agreed how cleansing the rain can be. And that sense of freshness and newness a rainfall can bring.
So now, as I listen to the dibble dibble dop dop, I need to remember that.
A rain cleanse.