Rain

Rain

It is raining today and the sound of the drops against my roof. I love to listen to the rain.



It has many sounds and sings in perfect harmony. The rush of many sweet raindrops orchestrated in serenity. Alongside the captured drops are falling in the off beat little distant corner.



They can dance in so many such corners...creating lovely music. Until the sounds are interrupted by the sound of a rushing car passing by and splashing through the rain’s remains.



As if by some magical command, you will hear the thunder and then the rain in perfect obedience comes down even harder.



The puddles respond in kind with lovely sounds mimicking that of drums to accompany the music of the pouring rain. On and off the rain changes it’s course from a light rain to a heavy downpour.



Remarkable variations with wind and storm raging for a while and then returning to the gentle sweet rain that invites you for a walk.



Oh yes conductor, I can hear the many sounds of the wonder of the rain’s music. Each instrument brings reminders to stop for a moment,, contemplate, read or just be mindful. Without respect for it’s intricate design, we often define all this splendor as simply rain.



When I was little I knew all the nursery rhymes that sang about chasing the rain away. Now, I love rainy days because it gives me an excuse to just rest, read or write. Now I appreciate the wonder of rain. I would love to compose lovely words to describe it’s many faces and voices to define it’s poetry.



The song for this post is Rain on the Pond.