Listen To The Rain

The sun has surrendered to the clouds… only hints of the mountains remain and I am sitting on the porch swing… listening to an afternoon rain. There is a rhythm to the sound…it rises and falls upon the breeze and I marvel how some raindrops find the ground while others linger in the trees. I find myself drawn to my bed…as raindrops cascade from the sky The soft music they're composing…creates the perfect lullaby… As I close my eyes and listen…to her music soft and deep I find the melody so soothing and drift…slowly…off to sleep… Until I hear a tapping…upon my window pane and I smile when I realize…I've been awakened by the rain… And I walk bak to the porch swing…as the rain beguiles and enthralls and find strength among the raindrops…for they are not afraid to fall… And I find happiness in the rain…where others may find gloom for I understand the sky must weep…if the flowers are to bloom. The rain has stopped as quickly as it began… the mountains all return as nature once again reminds me of all I have to learn… Like how, in a gentle afternoon shower, there is so much to be gained if one stops to take a moment… and listen to the rain.