Let it rain!

 I went for that walk last night that I mentioned in my previous post.  It looked like rain but hadn't started yet when I left.  When I reached about the middle of the park near me, the skies opened up. An exercise class was in session and people started running for cover.  One of the resident ducks poked his head up from the tall grass - a rainstorm isn't anything new to him.

I stepped under some trees to take a few breaths and listen to the sound of the rain hitting the leaves, ponds, and pavement.  The wind was strong and I could see my walk back home would be walking directly into it.  I took a step back onto the path and felt the water pour over me.  Rain drops hit me like pellets in synch with the pain of heartbreak I was feeling.  I spread my arms open wide and turned my face to the clouds and just received the nourishing rain.  

I made my way back to my apartment.  At times the rain and wind was so heavy that my view forward was obscured.  And I walked through so many puddles and streams, some ankle deep.  By the time I stepped into the mail room of the complex, I was thoroughly soaked through and dripping.

I have always loved the rain - the soothing sounds while inside lost in a good book or the feeling of aliveness to dance as the water pours over you - I love it all.  My commute is either by foot or kick scooter so I deal with whatever weather comes my way.  Colleagues are always concerned for me and surprised when I don't accept a ride when it rains or the weather is otherwise bad.  They don't understand my connection to Mother Earth including the rain.

This morning I get to listen to the soothing sounds of a steady rain while I spend a little time reading and then working around my apartment.