Rain...

Dear readers,

A hard rain surely is pour down from the gray sky. It been a while since the rain had fall. The weather lately been hot and humid, a bit suffocating. It is so refreshing to finally have this hesitating, heavy humility break lose, over come, and just let go into a millions of bean size rain drops. It is truly a beautiful sight, the rain, from the window of this coffee shop. I was planning to explore but with this rain, I was confine to indoor. I been wondering if there was a time in which the rains don't bring people indoor but take them out to the open air and rain, take them out to dance and sing, take them out to enjoy the moist. I bet there is still pockets of places in the world that people still celebrate and rejoice when the rain fall. I hope there are still so. I want to go out and celebrate the rain, the symbol of life for the human race and the world, but I don't know how. I felt as I had lost the ability to celebrate rains, further so, I felt as I had lost the ability to celebrate anything of nature. When spring come I only celebrate for the leaving of a cold winter and not the new life that spring brings. When summer come I only celebrate the ending of another school years, the long summer vacation and not the abundance harvests that will be taking place. When the fall come, I don't even notice it until the winter had arrive and I realize the fall had come and pass me by again. When winter arriving, I pay more attention to the man made holidays of thanksgiving and Christmas then the resting and recharge that the nature is undertaking. I had lost in touch with nature; I had came to fear the rain; I had came to be less of a human being as I slowly drifting away from my very own human nature.

I still love the rain, I just need to learn again how to rejoice in it, appreciate it and celebrate it. I want to learn that. Where can I learn that?


Patrick