Writing about rain comes naturally to me, it is one of the things I can write about and never run out of things to say.
It always makes me a little sad, fills me with an unknown longing, it throws me sometimes into a spiritual trance in which all the life around seems to take on a new meaning.
With each clap of thunder I can sense the retribution against injustice, with each drop of water that touches the earth I can feel the benediction of goodness, the blessing of plenty, the promise of well-being.
Writing about rain is a pleasure.
Letting myself be bathed in it is a greater one, one that I have denied myself over the years.
Maybe today is the day I should indulge myself?
