Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Pause



Rainy mornings, I drink them in
Like a young child swallowing bath water
...Unapologetically


                       And with a Cheshire grin.
The above picture is simply a moment I want to remember. A snapshot of a slow, easy morning in which everything sort of fell into place...or it didn't, but we were too peaceful to notice or care, really. We accomplished very little except listening to the rain's music on the rooftop, sipping hot chocolate, and feeling a togetherness that is far too often overshadowed by our busy, hopeful lives. I always feel sentimental when it's raining. I think rain has that kind of effect on people...particularly people who have no need to leave the house, of course, but I still think there is much to be appreciated even when you're out in the rain running errands or working. I've always thought it strange that metaphorically speaking, a rainy day is something of a "this too shall pass"; something to make us appreciate the clear skies a little more. We are just so anxious for that next fleeting moment, aren't we? 


I have this theory that perhaps rain is the most honest part of nature...and that is why we always seem to be waiting for the sun.

2 comments:

  1. Love it...and very true about the rain being the honest part of nature. I have grown the most in the rainiest days of my life. Although at the time I was huddled in a corner trying to avoid the pounding. Once I emerged back among the living, I was better for my experience. And I love the poem. :)

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  2. Mom,
    You have taught me so much more than I will ever be able to remember or thank you for. But one thing that I believe will stick with me forever is how you showed me to have respect for the most difficult times in life because they reveal the deepest truths about ourselves...and that kind of insight, however unpleasant, is the strongest connection we have to the rest of the world.

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