Pluviophile (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.
The forecast called for rain last night and this morning. I was hoping that it wouldn’t miss me and instead provide a good and steady cleansing throughout the night. And it did. I woke several times hearing the drops hit the tin roof, heavier and softer at times. I immediately felt wrapped in comfort. I even slept decent which I was surprised of. For one because it was only my second night on the new mattress, and secondly because life happened in several areas yesterday. Not really anything that is a surprise, and one thing has been a long time in the making, but something that was finally put into action. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I get it and saw it coming, it got to me in the worst way. In the end I got some poetry out of it and named it “Coward,” making peace with myself and the feelings involved. But not before feeling a great deal of emotional, mental and physical pain yesterday. My health went right down the drain, to the point that I got pretty badly by the time I went to bed, contemplating if I should even go to bed and have another rough night. Well I am glad I did, and thank god the pain at that intensity was temporary. Then, came the rain, along with some pain meds and washed it all away, and I’m grateful.
In the far distance lightening strikes illuminated the night sky, but luckily no new fires have been reported. It rained the entire morning and it was wonderful. Cuddling with Cinnamon while looking out into the forest, watching the trees sway and my prayer flags dance in the wind. That’s at least what I was looking at, and I think she was more interested in the lizards occupying the little dirt mount. There I found further peace and serenity with all that is and all that will be. For some reason the rain brought out the playful nature in me this morning. Something I have seen too little of lately, and I made a promise to myself to make sure it never gets diminished again. Not by myself and definitely not by others. That power is reserved for ourselves and doesn’t belong into the pocket of others. The morning continued with good, hot coffee, morning snuggles with my favorite girl and singing and laughing. A few remnants from the day before still lingered and a little metal (heavy metal music) this morning with a song from Slaughter had me dancing and singing as if I had gone mad about you. More…please.