The area has long needed a bit of rain. The past few days have been generous with the downpour of the much cherished liquid stuff.
It is amazing what rain does not only for the flowers, the fields, the earth in general, it also nourishes the soul. I think most creative people love rainy days. The grey offering a cozy nestle-in and create feel. Rain also offers a reason to stay home. A reason to listen to the soothing sound as the rain padding across the roof, splashing on the pavement.
The mind gives to wondering and wandering. It brings back memories. It ask the soul to open and it offers an opportunity to release. It is much like crying does for one in distress. It helps to sob, to get it all out of the system. Rain somewhat does that as well. It fuels us. It cleanses us. It offers promise that tomorrow will be greener. The lakes fuller. The river flowing.
Personally I love rainy days. Love hearing it patter on the roof from the overhanging tree. It is magical in the dance of the drops. Magical how it clears the mind and soul. How it relaxes without being called to do so. How it is such a gift to a parched area. So today is a magical day that will bring flowers standing tall tomorrow and vivid green fields. And the soul is refreshed, replenished. Richer all from a bit of rain.
I wonder if we stood together as a people in the rain would it wash away all the anger, the fears, the threats, the unrest. The hate. I wonder. What a magical day that would be….