Since we’ve had a few summer warm days lately, I thought
I would write about the rain. Though I have times where I tire of it, I love
when it falls outside and those simple patters and patterns it makes on the
window panes. The sound is peaceful and allows for a myriad of ideas to flow
through my mind that may find their place in a poem or story. I often see the
rain as refreshing the earth and the life all around me, and I find that it
acts as a natural source for cleansing my mind.
Sometimes there’s a freedom to dancing in the rain, but I
usually enjoy it most when I’m cozy inside with a good book. I feel as though
the raindrops are a curtain that I can hide behind while I visit a fictional
world and forget about real life for a little while. I find thunderstorms
exciting, and I love to watch the lightening dance across the sky. It’s like my
own private little light show, a painting unfolding across the night sky,
complete with a rhythm. To me, these kinds of storms make for magical nights.
Even in my sadness, I take great comfort in the rain, and
I love when bad moods happen to fall on rainy days. The grey sky is a companion
for me when things just aren’t going my way. The steadier those drops fall the
more I feel justified somehow to mope around. I wrap myself up in my loneliness
and don’t let go until I feel ready. Mother Nature opens up the skies and
unleashes her sympathy for my plight. Often when the rain has ceased, some
small frustration within me has been set free.
I love the rain because it is gentle and unafraid of letting
go. It chooses its own pace and dances as short or as long as it wants to. From
the tears of the clouds, new flowers bloom, allowing the sweet green grass to
grow and reach towards another sunny day.
On a rainy day, I can lie back for a few stolen moments
of quiet reflection and lose myself in a song, store up some words and release
a few should they beckon to me. When the
sun comes out, I am ready to embark upon new ventures with a ready and inspired
mind...
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