Let it Rain

I am never more inside myself than when walking in the rain. It bathes me in the moment. It washes me away. It takes me to another place that I never knew existed. A silent place. A sacred place. A place to think and feel. It wraps me like a blanket and protects me from myself.

I am never more attuned to life than when I listen to the raindrops. A cradlesong. A lullaby. The sound of falling music. Every droplet is a heartbeat that reminds me to be grateful. Every breath I take restores my faith in the path that I have chosen.

This is where I find my peace, in a cocoon of contemplation, where eternity reveals itself, and I see things very clearly. Where I suspend all expectation and accept what comes my way. Where I don’t give up, I just let go, and surrender to myself.

I am centered. I am focused. I am whole. I am content.

The sound of rain is amplified by the darkness of the night. Blue and black and dense and wet. Heavy with emotion. The muffled sound of memories tapping on the window. An old tin roof that sings a song in syncopated time. Drop by drop. A steady beat. A language of its own. The voice of dancing raindrops that takes me back in time.

My time. My place. My world.

And, living in this moment is all I really need, because the future cannot happen without passing through me first. To create a life worth living is to be present in the moment. And, to be present in my own life is a moment well worth living.

Let it rain.