It was a long dry summer and as the days turned from hot and baking to wet and damp there was a collective sigh of relief. Drought has taken its toll this year and I have secretly craved the rain. While the endless blue sky of this summer was beautiful it was also a reminder of the changing climate and the shifting seasons.
I craved the rain not only because we desperately needed it but because when it rains it is like we’re given permission to slow down. To cuddle up with a book and take a day to rest away from the chaos. This is often times the respite we so desperately need yet never give ourselves permission to take until the rain reminds us that there is another way and it is slower.
Just the sound of the rain is calming. The pitter patter on the roof of a house, the gurgle of the gutters as it searches for the ground. Even the booms and crashes of lightning remind us of excitement within the calm.
Now I acknowledge that not every rain is soothing. Some storms are big and scary but the rain no matter how brief or torrential has a way of helping us take pause. Reminding us that there is more to life then our jobs and smartphones. That what really matters may not even be what we think about on a daily basis but more importantly what surrounds us.
Hi, I'm Liz. I like to write about life and the wisdom I cull from it. I use words and images to inspire empathy and connection with each other and the world.