I hear it blowing

No matter how many times I come back to it, it's always the rain. The rain that comes, stealthily, abruptly, quickly, eventually. When all else fails and I feel like I can't breathe in this place, this new life, I find the rain. From the first few drops, barely enough to penetrate the soil, to an out-right downpour which washes clean all the dirt and grime. People sometimes get shortsighted by the stresses in life, they forget to see the simple, the nature made. It's a complete orchestra. There are the slow steady pings of the drops on the tin roof turning into a steady hum as the pour increases, and then again the louder splat as they roll their way towards the ground. The wavering rush of the wind through the trees, taking the droplets off their course for a moment. A bright burst of bird-song exclaiming into the storm. The accumulated thrum of rain falling through the air. A distant growling of thunder rolling through the steel gray clouds. If you don't listen it's easy to miss. To stare blankly into the wall of water, thinking only of plans ruined and hinderances caused. But step outside, if only for a moment. Not only do you sense with your ears and eyes, but you can smell the sharp clean scent of wetness and greenery, mud, and cloudy days. You can feel the chilling breeze brought with the water and the faint mist as the drops break apart on the ground at your feet. Above you is a blank sky, uniform in it's dull grayscale but full of life and change. Such a quick, blazing moment of sheer joy. Of unconfined wild abandon when anything changes, if only for a moment. There is nothing about this to do and that to worry about, there is only sensing and emotion. Pure clean, uncomplicated emotion. No conditions or ultimatums, only happiness in it's most simple form. A natural gift. The rain that will make plants grow, turn skies to shimmering blue, tamp down the dust and let voices carry further on the clearer air. A living force that creates, destroys, helps, hinders. And, then too soon it has moved on, continuously rolling onward. It leaves it's renewal behind along with its shaded skies and although there is that slow creeping back to reality and awareness that regular life hasn't actually changed, it still pulls at my heart. That faint tempting song reminding me that it was here, if only for a few moments. Then, it's a return to everyday chores and tasks, waiting patiently until the rain makes its next appearance to set me free once again.