I love rainstorms, reveling in the many sounds they make, the feel of raindrops on my skin, the sight of each as it splash-dances onto whatever it touches, the way rainstorms freshen the air, and the promise in the very presence of this life-giving liquid.
Sunny days are the norm where I live in California. Rainy days are often few and far between, so I sometimes need to water the fern garden that is part of my small, young, redwood grove. I do it by hand with a watering hose.
When I water, I love to create rainstorms and rainbows on cloudless days. I watch raindrops splatter into plants whose predecessors date back to the age of dinosaurs, view them skitter along broad, verdant, leaves, tickle the fragile features of lace ferns, or bounce off heartier plants to take to the air yet again, if only for a moment of wild abandonment before falling back to earth.
I close my eyes to focus on the musical way the sounds change as the spray shifts onto various parts of the long slender plants. Muted chimes playing a melody for me. I spray other plants, changing the tune nature provides.
With my eyes still closed, I feel the refreshing mist on my sun-warmed body, grateful for the moment, making it last, feeling at home in the welcoming arms of nature. In that embrace I feel warm, safe, fully alive and present, with a feeling of blissful serenity and inner peace. Feelings of joy and gratitude sweep over me. It feels great to be alive.
Although hesitant to break the spell, I know I need move on with my day. I adjust the spray once more, open my eyes, and behold a glorious rainbow. I knew it would be there; a faithful friend and fitting climax to a beautiful experience, much as a magnificent sunset can be a fitting ending to a beautiful day.
They all remind me yet again of the many miracles all around me when I have the wisdom to pause and experience them in all their glory.