I woke up this morning to what sounded like fingertips tapping on my bedroom window. The touch is just ever so light and reminds me of the soft murmur of a human heart. I slip out from under the heavy covers and walk over to my window. Pulling back the curtains I notice to my amazement that it is raining. Rain in mid-February? Most unusual.
The sky is grey, but not a dark menacing grey like the kind you see in movies which pre-exists imminent danger. This sky is the type which appears just before the big storm. It is perfect, with no sign of any invading lightning or threatening thunder. The rain itself is just right – not too heavy nor too light. It drums a rhythmic beat against my window, entrancing my mind and soothing the depths of my soul. It is so calming, so peaceful, and so harmless.
For me, rainy days are all the more enjoyable on the days when I would be all alone in the house. The lights would all be turned off, radios and televisions unplugged, and the house would be in complete silence. Curled up on the couch with the blanket tucked neatly around my legs, I would read my favourite book with a roaring fire going to keep me warm. The blinds would be open so I could both see and hear the rain as it fell on the deck and windows. The sky would be completely grey, but there would still be enough light by which I could read my book without the aid of an electrical innovation. While I read I would be able to hear the echo of the rain on the roof which sounds as though someone was up there tap dancing in celebration of this natural phenomenon.
It is truly amazing how something so natural can be the best remedy for a troubled mind.
I let the curtain fall back into place and crawl back under the still warm covers. I just lay there, not exactly falling asleep but only listening to the steady beat of the rain against the window. It is so soothing, so comforting, like a lullaby a mother sings to her children to get them to sleep after they have woken up from a nightmare. The moment reminds me of when I got caught out in the rain during a passing storm in the summer months of last year.
The air was heavy; a burden weighing heavily upon my shoulders filled with the decisions we make and problems which have yet to be solved. The atmosphere is thick with the morning dew. The neighbourhood remained undisturbed as the dark sky began to lighten. No sign of life, human or animal, is to be seen amongst the motionless streets.
Then the rain had begun to fall; soft and slow at first but harder and faster with every passing minute. I remember the rain was warm as it fell onto the rapidly damping pavement and thirsty grass leaves. The rain was a peaceful presence amongst the trees; a soft whisper that gently caressed the boughs and rustled the fluttering leaves.
With every drop the rain seemed to wash away the heavy burdens, the decisions, and the depressing mood which surrounds the newly awakened neighbourhood. It rinsed away those time consuming facts into the sewers and cleansed the streets so as to begin the day, and in some part our lives, anew.
I had welcomed the falling rain and closed my eyes to enjoy the soothing touch. I felt my spirit rise as the cleansing begun, and all my troubles were washed away down into the ground with the rest of the worlds.
Nature is so perfect, I thought as I lay there listening. It is the most euphoric experience in the world. It can calm and soothe the most savage of beasts, temper the most violent of emotions, and it is completely mesmerizing when you watch it fall onto your window in slow steady beats making little rivers of water as it falls.
Slowly my eyes begin to close. The throbbing sound of the rain as it fell onto the earth’s surface put me to sleep. I let my eyes close. I felt so calm, peaceful, and safe all at once; it is very reassuring. It is so nice to fall asleep without worrying about what the new day will bring. I do not have to worry about school, bills, chores, work, or appointments. For now it is just me, the steady drip-drop-drip of the weather, and my unfolding dreams.