“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!”
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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 . . .
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
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 . . .
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?