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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Rain, Storms, Life


Outside, I can hear the rain pounding against the windows with a steady beat. Once in a while a drop hits a piece of metal and tings. If I were more of a musical person, I could develop a composition around the various tones made by the raindrops. Sometimes the rain slows, and there is a steady hum of water flowing. If the wind rises, the raindrops are thrust against the house, and I can hear water flowing and gushing down the side of outside walls. Later, the rain stops and there is a lull between rain clouds. The birds become more active and begin to sing. Squirrels race down trees and begin foraging. Branches allow the puddles of rain to drip away and dry.

Is this a metaphor for life? Storms come, they escalate, we struggle to find a way to manage, and then the storms are over. We breath again, we relax. We resume life.

copyright © 2012 Michelle A. Potter

4 comments:

  1. Here in the tropics, the heavy tropical thunderstorm rain can sound like an entire drum section of a marching band. Then again, the gentle Autumn rain can sound like the soft tinkling of a triangle as it hits the corrugated iron roof. I love listening to the music of the rain.

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  2. I love your description of the rain. I can only imagine what the rain must sound like in the tropics. I, too, love listening to the music of the rain

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  3. Oh my goodness, I came over here and saw this beautiful red rose. I love the rain - sometimes I just stand in the rain while it is pouring down and just enjoy it. This picture made my day on this Sunday morning. Thank you.
    ~Sheri at Red Rose Alley

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  4. I stand and watch the rain sometimes, too. I love the way it sounds and smells. Thanks for stopping by, Sheri.

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