Blame it on the Rain

There’s nothing like a rainy day to bring contemplation. Though not always, there are certain times I just love a rainy day. Perhaps especially following a busy time, the gentle pitter-pat on the roof with a bit of extra time to slurp coffee brings a sigh of relief. Add a sleepy puppy and an old housecat feeling generous enough to share my lap with one another…it’s absolutely priceless. If only I had a carafe handy to refill my cup, it would be perfection.

It’s a wonderful thing when contemplation does not bring unpleasant thoughts. The sound of summer rain invites a much more meditative, accepting way of thinking about the world. The rhythmic sound of drops falling welcomes you to think of the world as having it’s own rhythm. And just like any great musical masterpiece, the presence of syncopation can be briefly unsettling while adding lustrous intensity to the whole. In hindsight, you wouldn’t have it any other way. The snoring pooch is the added refrain, that everything goes onward and keeps breathing at its own pace.

Breathe, breathe, breathe…take the time to breathe at your own pace. Be still and free of the things that press upon you, if only for a moment. Remember the world will go on with or without you and it is okay to retreat when necessary. Refresh yourself for the moment when the world will gently ask you to listen. Then you will best decide what is needed in that moment.

Or, the delivery truck will show up and the dogs will start barking and you will strain to capture that spectacular moment of Zen you were just sharing…

It’s all one composition.