listening to rain

Last Updated on October 4, 2025

Listening to rain…

Listen. Simply listen to my drops as they meet the earth. You will hear such depth & variation. You will know that no two moments are ever the same in this river of time.

The almost imperceptible drop of a light rain, just a little more than mist, so quiet, you have to listen closer just to believe it can be heard.

The softer, wider drops of condensation from leaves on the trees…when enough drops gather together to slide off and make their way downward, maybe to the ground.

The constant variation in the waves of rain that come and go. It’s entirely unpredictable, exciting in a wholesome, nourishing way. There is no controlling the rain, she will come and go as she sees fit.

I recall driving past signs on country highways & roads in dry, desert places, “Pray for rain.”

The prayer of so many over so much time. The rain will come, prayers will be answered & we don’t know when until it happens.

It’s not always based on need or deserve. It’s based on something that can be observed, tracked, studied, but not controlled. (Unless you subscribe to some conspiracies…)

It’s better for me to become more peaceful with the lack of ability to control things outside of my own domain. Even the idea of “controlling” my own domain feels like a slippery slope. My own sticky fingers of control are often innocently greedy in weird ways.

The rain in my yard at night falling gently, intermittently, haphazardly, allows the earth to swell, a specific scent to rise, stirring new growth that starts by going down & in before coming out. The cycle makes sense to me.

I understand the seasons from all my years & moons of watching myself evolve. Always a bit different, they make sense when you look through one lens & then don’t make sense from another lens.

It’s a kaleidoscope. So engaging to see how things fall together & apart.

I’m attached, detached, coming together & ripping apart all the time. The only thing I can do to make it bearable is find the beauty & make a report of it. I try to make art of it all, find the love in it, make it worth the price of admission as a bare minimum & maybe find a way forward that illuminates.