Thursday, October 25, 2012


It's a little after midnight and I can't sleep. I'm sitting in my room listening as a light rain falls outside my window. There is nothing more peaceful and calming to me than listening to the rain. The tiny pitter patter it makes as each drop hits the ground. The low rumbling of the thunder that makes it sound as if the sky is fasting. There is a soft wind whistling through the trees. Some drops land closer to the window sill making a louder splat than the others. One drop here, another there, it comes down slowly at first but is beginning to pick up speed. The constistency of the soft rain is soothing and as I sit with my eyes closed my mind slowly drifts off to sleep. The sudden grumblings of thunder bring me back to wakefulness only to leave me peacefully listening to the rain again.

The smell of rain is my favorite scent on earth. Everything smells fresh and clean; pure once again. In a world that is always moving and ever increasing in speed it's the smell of rain that brings me to a halt. It's as though the rain is begging me to stop and breathe it in deep. Inhaling al that freshness is invigorating and calming at the same time. It focuses my mind to the things that are truly important. Exhaling I can't help but smile as a sense of inner tranquility envelops me. At this moment all is right with my world.