Peace

I love the rain. The sound, the feel, the smell, the taste, the look of it is the most relaxing thing in this world to me. The water falls, connecting earth with sky, nourishing all it falls upon. The wind brings it, and chases the punishing heat. Cleansing the earth of impurities in the air, and cleansing one's soul and mind of worry, fear, regret, anger, leaving peace behind in it's wake. When we were children, some would say that rain was God or the angels crying in Heaven, but now I think it is a gift to the weary. Soul weary, heat weary, just weary. Giving an excuse to just sit out of the rain and listen to it clean the world.

Called away in the middle of writing this to bring an umbrella to a friend, I find that as soon as I get there, the rain vanishes as suddenly as it came. It somehow gives me the impression that in my own little, egotistical world, it had come specifically to lend me peace of mind from my worries about the semester, assignments, and friends with troubles. Or perhaps to remind me once again of the perfect wonder of God’s creation and the natural cycling systems that it is made of.