A Mountain Rain

The sun has surrendered to the clouds…now only a suggestion of the mountains remain…as we sit upon the porch swing…and listened to the rain. There is a rhythm to the sound…it rises and falls upon the breeze and we marvel how some raindrops find their way onto the ground while others linger in the trees. We find ourselves drawn to our bed…as raindrops cascade from the sky the soft music they’re composing…creating the perfect lullaby… As we close our eyes and listen…to her music soft and deep we find the melody so soothing…we drift…slowly…off to sleep… Until we hear a tapping…upon our window pane and we smile when we realize…we’ve been awakened by the rain… We walk back to the porch swing…as the rain beguiles and enthralls and we find strength among the raindrops…for they are not afraid to fall… And we find happiness in the rain…where others may find gloom for we understand the sky must weep…if the flowers are to bloom. The rain stops as quickly as it began…the mountains all return as nature once again reminds us…of all we have to learn… Like how, in a gentle afternoon shower, there is so much to be gained if one stops to take a moment… and listen to the rain.