At around noon today (Thursday), I started coming to. The better part of my night had been wakeful (appears my insomnia is swinging back by for a visit). I was able to catch a few hours snooze time, starting around 8:00 AM. I suppose that's better than nothing.
As I said, I began to stir around noon time. Per usual, I looked out the window. (I sleep with my head right by a window.) Like most days lately, it was overcast. As I left dreamland and traveled through the Alpha State, I heard thunder booming outside. I stretched my limbs a bit, gearing to get up and at it. Well, as 'at it' as my brain and body would allow. Just as I was sitting up, the sky opened up. Torrential rain showered down, the pounding drops creating that rhythmic music I love. I could very easily have let the rain put me back to sleep, but I fought the momentary urge. Figured I would get up, and enjoy the day. I love days of rain. I wish all days were like that.
|(A few shots of the Confederate Jasmine that grows screened porch door)|
I love the smell of the rain. Such an earthy aroma. Gaia getting cleansed. Nature taking a shower.
|(Some of the larger trees along the bank of the tidal creek)|
"Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth;
without rain, there would be no life."
~ John Updike
"I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness."
~ Adeline Knapp
|(Dogwoods...the main trees around here that are starting to show signs of approaching Autumn)|
"The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfillment of its own nature,
which was to fall and fall."
~ Helen Garner
"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby."
~ Langston Hughes
By Shel Silverstein
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand -
I might overflow
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said -
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.