“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
6 thoughts on “Gentle Rain”
We’ve been at our half house in Wales , while we are working on it , we live in a tiny caravan under the trees at the bottom of the garden . I love it as pours on the roof …the sound is hypnotic …it just makes you feel alive .
Now thats what I like to call a “pajama day” Thanks Nicole I love the rain and also have a tin roof
I love to listen to a thunderstorm
The gentle beauty of rain. Thanks for sharing it.
Your place is gorgeous!
I loved this blog…and your photo. I could almost feel it. Like you I love the sound of rain in all the ways you describe.
Your blog made me remember once having a massage in Sri Lanka, with window open just a bit and the thunder and lightening outside then turned to heavy rain that seemed to bounce off all the surfaces outside… The combination of one of the best massages ever and that dramatic backdrop was lovely… Haven’t thought of it in ages so thank you!