It seems that Mother Nature saved our April showers for the second week of May this year. Helping to alleviate the Northeast's drought conditions, Her showers reigned for days and days.
We got Drizzled upon. Misted. Doused. Drenched.
The flowers loved it. So did I.
This wasn't always the case.
There was a time that
"rainy days and Monday's would always get me down." Prone to bouts of
depression, primarily propelled by the unexplored grief of a traumatic
childhood, I'd invariably cloud up on gray days, and rain on my own
parade.
Nowadays, I find gray days and stormy weather both comforting and energizing. It is always a chance to get real.
Whether it's an overcast sky, a
soft foggy drizzle, a thunder-booming rip-snorting whizzbanger -- or anything in-between -- once I remember to just be present
for the actual experience, there is something immensely alive and
vibrant about rainy days. Dancing beyond our ability to
control it, Mother Nature just is. She will just do what she will do -- no matter how we think or feel about it.
So, why not relax and dig it!?
At this very moment
As I sit here with fingers dancing across the keyboard, I see the sun finally emerging to play hide and seek with the storm clouds. Through the open window, I hear the wind singing in the trees, a collection of birds twittering, the pulsating surf of tires hissing along the rain-slickened asphalt of High Street here in Greenfield, MA.
