With some fiery soul-searching going on here this fall, a recent rainstorm provided the perfect window for an afternoon meditation, and a literal and metaphorical cool-down for this site, and everything going on in the world, and in my mind.
It had been a surprisingly-sunny and warmer-than-expected day. When I went out to get the mail, it was muggy and almost hot – a deceptive throwback to summer weather, the kind of day that sometimes deels like a bonus, even if we are not quite at the point where we need it. In fact, the mugginess was a little too much, and after a few days of decidedly-fall-like weather, it felt like we were being jerked backward just as we were getting our autumn bearings. That’s when the rain began.
Big drops, heavy and loud, began smacking the pavement and the roof. They landed in wide circles on the sidewalk out front, shimmering on the driveway as they increased in speed and quantity. Immediately, there was a shift in air – it was cooler and the sky grew darker. Fall was insisting on being present here, even if it meant kicking summer back with a thunderous clap. For once, I didn’t mind the rain.
The skies opened up fully, and a downpour raced down the roof and into the sudden pools of water beside the house. Opening up a window in the living room, I sat down to do my afternoon meditation to the sounds and scent of this rainstorm.
Fall is welcome here.
