The Power of Rain

The rhythmic clatter of rain dripping from our gutters, thick and fast, is the melody I wake to this morning. This is not the summer I ordered, but I’ll take it. There’s something quite poetic and important about a rainy day to break up a summer’s sun. As an introvert, writer and reader, rainy days are my favourite.

Rainy days give you permission to watch the world from your window. A canvas of droplets racing down the window pane as you place your bets and cheer. You spot the soaked trees and sodden grass and think about all the things you’re grateful for.

Rainy days make us pause, and that’s important in today’s day and age.

As I say, the song of rain is wonderfully calming. No need for a meditation app soundtrack when you live in England! We get the real deal for free. So everyone in England with me, let’s take a deep breath before starting our day.

Inhale…1…2…3…4

Hold…1…2…3…4

Exhale…1…2…3…4

That’s better, isn’t it? What a beautiful way to start the day.

Though I’ve nowhere to be today, and maybe you, reading this, have work to get to, we’re the same. Rain needn’t be the burden and inconvenience it is made out to be. It can be poetry. It can be meditation. It can be spiritual. It can be song.

If you let it.

As you walk out into the rain, listen. Just listen. Listen to the beating of the droplets on your umbrella overhead. Listen to how the wind carries it through the trees.

Watch, just watch. Watch as it splashes on the already-wet ground. A cleansing. A nourishment for nature.

And breathe it all in. Just breathe. There’s nothing more fresh and delicious than rain-soaked air. I smell it already, filtering in through my open windows in my bedroom. I can’t wait to inhale it more deeply.

Will you breathe it all in with me?

Sincerely,

S. xx

(I’m trying to write everyday of my summer break in stream of consciousness and this post is part of it)