RainIncredible storms last night. I could see their effectiveness this morning as I drove through neighborhoods filled with downed branches and overturned lawn furniture. My own gas grill ended up on its side 10 feet from my house.
It rained all day yesterday. For a portion of the time I sat in my living room with the windows and front door open listening to the steady sound and watching the stream flow down from the corner of my porch onto the sidewalk below.
I love rain.
Not the kind that keeps you from going on picnics or to ballgames or the really cold rain that sends a shiver through every nerve ending. But rain on a warm, relaxed day when you can stay home and read or journal is so soothing to me.
I love its rhythm.
It's a piece of nature that refuses to be ignored.
It invites pause.
Maybe I like rain because at heart I'm a contemplative that enjoys being huddled up in a sheltered place with nothing but a pen and a spiral-bound notebook. Rain gives permission to that existence. And as it saturates the ground my soul begins to fill through the expression of thought and written words.
I hope there will be evidence of the rain in my own life afterward.