“The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.”
~ Sherwood Smith
I’ve lain awake for much of the night, listening first to a thunderstorm, and later, to the gentle sound of rain falling.
I can hear the gurgle of rain in the gutters, the soft croak of happy frogs, the far-off roar of trucks on the highway, the noise of which only ever carries on nights like these.
There is the sound of rain on the tin roof, sharp and bright. There is the muted plunks of raindrops falling on the leaves and grass.
Since early this morning there has been a new sound, the tinkling joyful sound of water running in the creek.
There is something very affirming about rain. And as the day dawns, and I make a cup of tea with water harvested from previous rainfalls I like to thing of those drops from heaven, mixing with my tea leaves, and making a magical elixir to nurture my body, mind and spirit.
Travel gently today, dear friends. Much love to you xx