Originally posted on November 7, 2008 on a previous blog of mine:
My thoughts weighed heavily on my mind last night. As I waited for sleep to come, I slowly became aware of the soft, tinkling pitter-patters of the falling rain just outside our window, and my focus began to turn.
The varied soothing tones made it easy to imagine the path that the rain takes as it falls from the sky. It’s descent slows as it filters through the fingered branches of a tree just a few yards away, half it’s leaves barely holding on. From there the rain tumbles down onto the lush, succulent green leaves of a rhododendron bush–more like a tree as it’s highest leaves reach beyond 6 feet–that sits just beyond and to the side of our window. Finally nearing the end of its journey, the droplets trickle softly onto a garden bedding of river rocks and fresh fallen leaves before seeping into the ground.
Pulling back from my imaginings, I found myself soothed, my mind calm, my worries safely tucked away for the moment. With my husband’s reassuring presence next to me, I nestled deeper into the covers and drifted into dreams.
I’m not sure I succeeded but wanted to share the surreal feeling I got, considering that rain is a common occurrence in the Seattle area particularly in the midst of the fall season.
Could you hear the rhythm of the falling rain?
Photo source: "Fall in Rain 1" by *clairity* on Flickr
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