I write this while sitting outside in a heavy downpour. Technically, I’m outside typing on an electrical device while sitting in the open just covered by the edge of an overhang. I’m about as near as one can be without getting soaked. Large drops splatter so close I feel the cool mist on my face. The intoxicating fragrance of the sweet freshness of rain falling on aromatic flowers tantalizes my nostrils and speaks to my spirit, promising life, growth, and abundance.
Raindrops caress silky petals, gifting them with nature’s pearls, sparkling with the radiance of diamonds. The flowers seem even prouder of their elegance when enhanced by such adornments.
Two sets of wind chimes vie for my attention with beautiful melodies, capturing the wind while being captured by it in a timeless dance. One chime passionately proclaims of romantic young lovers, the other whispers of those who’ve shared a lifetime of memories.
For a moment, I’m tempted to stand in the downpour, reveling in the physical sensations it offers. Memories flow of such times. The staccato taps on my head and shoulders, the way it caresses with cold fingers as it slides down my face, brings chills to my spine, and whispers ever-so-softly as it falls from my ears.
My sweet reverie is interrupted as the rain falls no more, but my smile and memories linger…