The raindrops always call me… they call me to reflect – to think in deeper terms. The constant patter of the drops send me in to a place of contemplation. Thoughts that need thinking come from behind the walls in my mind.
Once out there where I’m confronting these, the rain’s persistent drumming won’t let me turn and go. There we are, my thoughts and I – staring each other down. But the rhythm gently soothes the anxious tendencies. My brain slowly relaxes and allows examination.
Revelation rarely happens – sometimes, epiphanies. No matter, as all is well once these thoughts have gotten spilled. The rain is still there to lull me into slumber and I’m dreaming.
Love the Rain.