“I love these kinds of days, where the weather somehow makes time s t r e t c h out…

And so then our souls can respond with a soft sigh of “Yes!” and do the same!”

JBP 10-04-21

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After two days of rain, and waking up this morning to a third dark, cloudy day of yet more precipitation, I am simply lying in bed listening to the constant soothing sounds of the gift of continuous water from the skies . . .

Rushing

Gurgling

Trickling

Dripping

Flowing down my rooftop

Spattering on the wooden deck

Coursing through the gutters . . .

Each drop seeking to be finally grounded once again after its long fall from a passing cloud.

I can now hear a veritable orchestra

Of instruments

Pitches

Rhythms

Crescendos and diminuendos.

I suddenly sense . . .

I am, in this moment, living and breathing . . . under a miraculous musical waterfall.

I am as calm and relaxed as this amazing liquid . . .

This giver of sustenance for each life of every creature . . .

That simply goes where it is allowed . . .

Accepting

The entire journey.

The sun is still “asleep”.

And my body and soul are a sleepy cat, stretching, peering through barely slitted eyes, and then lounging amongst the gentle sounds, eyes closed once again.

I am once again reminded . . .

How my perception of time can be somehow extended by these visiting droplets

How luxuriously stretched and pulled away from the rush of schedules, of whirlwind thoughts, of obligations, that I can be . . .

Simply by pausing to listen to the thoughts inside the rain . . ,

And the lessons it begs to share.

I am once again blessed to realize . . .

Of how being right here

To notice all of this

Is truly the greatest gift of all.

Stop . . .

Listen . . .

What are you being allowed to hear . . .

When the rain calls?