I am lying in bed, listening to the sound of rain.
When I have no place to rush off to, nothing I have to do, the slow, steady rhythm of rain on the black walnut tree, the ivy, the window pane is hypnotic. Nature’s lullaby.
Now the rain has picked up. I’ve opened the window just so I could hear it better, and I feel an occasional flick of moisture as it comes through the screen. But I am still loving the sound — now more sonata than lullaby — because it seems to quiet the unnatural world outside my window. The traffic is hushed; and all mowing, hammering, cutting, constructing and deconstructing cease.
Thank you for this tranquility, Rain.
I love it when Nature prevails.