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.
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