Beautiful pouring water from the skies, blanketing this sunny hamlet into quiet repose. The soft trickle of droplets on the payment, splashing puddles as cars passed by, a silent mist enveloped the beach.
I spent the day in reflection and connection to the rain as if I was praying at the temple of the water goddess.
Being bathed from above in a baptism of nature, it was effortless for me to go within and contemplate.
The water brought forth a feminine energy to the masculine sun that shines so often. The yin came to balance the yang.
The effects are still lasting: people spending time indoors, deep rich coffee being savored, dampness kissing the air.
I remember having such reverence for the rain when I first moved to Seattle. How it seemed to make the dark green of the forests blend in harmony with the deep blues of the water against a flat gray sky.
But like anyone living in any place for a long time, you acclimate to the weather, take it for granted, even curse it when it gets redundant.
The pedestrians on the streets I did see had umbrellas and raincoats to insulate them from what the Northwest would consider a ‘misting’. I wanted to go up to each person and whisper, “It’s ok to let the rain in”.
Instead, I stood out in the open myself, letting my face be cleansed , allowing me to see and hear this message from the sky.
This rain day has served as a profound reminder of just how much I truly appreciate (and even thrive) in an overcast climate.
Water, water everywhere, and all the drops I gladly drink!