Sleep And Rain

Last night darkness pooled around my bed. It held me in the place of dreams. One dream webbed my mind with promises of a Perfect Day and coaxed me deeper into sleep. Broken traces of dream and reality dispersed into the night air. Dawn lifted me from further sleeping with the faint sound of rain falling just past my open window, falling on tree and bushes, newly exposed grass, huddled birds and trembling deer. I awoke without a single regret in my heart, and no dark thought dimming the light growing on both sides of Reality. Oh, what a welcome I felt for this first Spring rain! It begins as just a splash of water floating in heavenly heights, the downward pull of Earth's thirst makes rain cascade in free-fall, until it is absorbed by trees and bushes, grass and flowers, and forms water holes for deer. This is the promise of Spring fulfilled. The old season of fresh growth will scatter its abundance, and of us requires that we rejoice and serve in equal measure.