about rain.
It rained as I was thinking about what to put here. It’s been raining a lot lately, but I don’t mind.
Rain reminds me of something I wrote a few years back …
After the rain has fallen there is a moment, just a glimpse of a second when all of the world stands perfectly silent, when everything seems to stop.
I hear my heart beat. Heartbeats are the sound of waiting water, collecting from raindrops no longer falling. Theyâre still in my mind with the thoughts that made them come raining down.
Now that Iâm quiet and the air is clearer. I see the world again as it truly is — filled with delicate beauty and wonder. Nothing is wrong or right, in tune or out of sync. Nothing is upside down.
There is only what happens, like the rain. There is only what is.
The sun shines through the drops making a prism, a rainbow of color that wasn’t there only a moment ago.
Sometimes we put our own meaning on things that happen, even things like rain.
Rain is only rain. It’s not good or bad. We decide things like that sometimes because we want to, sometimes from habit.
The next time you have an automatic response to a situation, ask yourself, “Am I making the rain something bad?”
