The rain is a blessing, if you choose to accept it.
I often find myself on the defensive when it comes to rain. Like really often actually. We talk about rain in the NW a lot as you can imagine and I’m always miffed when someone starts to whine about the weather. It feels personal.
How can you complain about water, aka life, falling freely from the sky?
Or grey contemplative days, soothing pitter patterns, and the satiating cleanse of the air and earth?
Green, lush forests filled with ferns and evergreens all year long?
Roaring rivers, cascading waterfalls, full water sheds and wetlands?
Refreshingly saturated air, that soothes your skin, and cleanses your soul?
Beautiful water droplets suspended on branches, peddles, and blades of grass?
Stormy, exhilarating walks through wet streets and puddled trails?
To come back to a cozy dry space for tea on a drizzly day?
Watching the rain pour, all I can see is renewal, solace, and life. It is sacred.
You can go outside and dance in the rain if you choose. Or enjoy the cozy warmth of your own space. Or hell, sometimes you might be escaping a flood. But don’t commit the blasphemy of thinking rain is ever in your way, it is only you that is in the way…