After weeks of news about drought and extreme temperatures, yesterday rained for the entire day. In the morning, I opened the door and let the fresh air enter my lungs, invigorating my spirit. I sat down in the doorway and had my coffee while watching and listening to the drops of rain hitting the ground and the leaves of my apple tree. Not even e breeze disturbed the air, so the drops were falling in a straight line, like a curtain.
The sky was grey, but not that kind of grey that emphasizes sadness. Rather a grey that invites you to slow down and enjoy a restful and relaxing day in bed. A grey that spreads its arms around you, showering you with love and protection.
Later in the evening, flashes of lightning flared up in the sky and thunders broke the silence. I always loved lightnings, the way they burn the air around them and extend their tentacles, emerging from the clouds. The drops of rain got heavy, the air electrified and I listened in awe to the roars of the sky.
The earth inhaled the water with greed and gratitude and breathed back life onto the fields. I’ve waited for so long for this to happen and I can’t be thankful enough for the beauty and blessedness of such a day.
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head
with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Langston Hughes
Writing, Reading, Living, but mostly Hiding 
The rain came with its blessings. That was a wonderful morning you had. Much peace 🙏
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Beautiful imagery in your writing. ✨
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Thank you! 🙂
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