Cascades

It had been a long day.  My heart heavy, my bag, cumbersome.  With hunched shoulders and downcast eyes, I trudged the lonely trail home through puddles, a cascade of raindrops pouring from my head, rivulets streaming down my cheeks and tricking into the collar of thin coat.  Stepping, trudging, trailing, traipsing.  Seconds became minutes became like hours for a burden of thoughts.  

At long last, I was home.  First thought, to put down my bag and get warm and cosy.  But I stopped, wanting to see what was good and beautiful in something that can feel so miserable, the cold impersonal deluge.  I put my bag down on the doorstep and stood.  The  dashing of cars on their way to a dozen important and unimportant events had formed a steady ostinato to my plod home.  But as I stood there, for a moment, as I listened, felt, saw and smelt the rain, all sound ceased. 

The only sound remaining was the gentle ticking of a million droplets falling.  

One second...  

Two seconds...  

And as if time stood still, all cares and troubles were gone and it was just me and the rain.  It cleansed my tears away, the gentle rhythm, a lullaby to broken hopes.  The feeling of delight and healing spread over me like the calm after the storm, and my heart, the sun after a biblical flood. 

All was well.  



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This short passage is inspired by that moment I love when it rains and you are out in it where you forget to be miserable and irritated by the rain and stand still and for one or two glorious seconds, all other sounds cease and you just feel and hear the soft pitter patter. It never fails to send a shiver down my spine of delight! I was inspired to think of this moment by reading a beautiful blog entry I read here about rain: http://foxglovelane.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/raindrops.html

Do check it out, it certainly felt serene and delightful to me.