Life with Rain
There’s a softness that comes after a hard rain, especially when the clouds close in and the weather cools. The birds let loose a mighty chorus, and the leaves are green in more shades than have been cataloged. There seems no need to rush, to hurry, to do anything other than simply stand and look and listen. So, I stand and look and listen.
It’s as though all are satiated by the abundance of water, so much water in fact, that even the earth is full, and the falling rain was left to its own devices. It was free to run and move things about. To play a bit. Debris lines mark its journey down the drive, where it slowed and dumped things it no longer wished to carry as it hurried along downhill.
Of course, in the back of everyone’s mind is what happens when the rain stops, and it will stop. Some are putting down roots, seeking shelter, growing while the growing is good, putting away water for later, knowing there’s more to the equation. To others it’s all about the seeds, live while the living is good. In the end, however, the timelines for all will win, water or no. But that’s for later. For now, it’s a time of celebration for the abundance and the simple pleasure of living.