Rainfall, A New Perspective

Why do people hate the rain?

Have you ever woken to the sounds of rain tapping at your window, where the sky is hazy and the wind is rustling the leaves of the nearby trees? To hide underneath your cover and just lay there, listening to the soft tapping while time creeps by.

Have you ever smelled the moist earth and the aroma of blossoming life all around you as Mother Nature quenches her thirst? That smell of a familiar but yet unrecognizable memory that lingers just outside your grasp.

Have you witnessed the cleansing of the grime, dust, and dirt that fills our world of constant construction? Have you noticed how quiet it gets when it rains? The construction halts, the kids and dogs go inside to play and the only occasional noise is the sound of tires swishing through small puddles of water on the street.

That sound… that incredible sound of cars driving through the rain.

I adore the rain, my mother used to always tell me to avoid it because I’d get sick if I got drenched. But there’s something so refreshing about standing under the pouring of the heavens and allowing yourself to be humbled, to be belittled by the vastness of this world.

The next time it rains, skip the umbrella and just stand outside and allow yourself to take a moment to enjoy the relative serenity of a rainy day. Feel the growth of life and take that time to organize your own shattered mirror.