steady

I find a constant rain tranquil, not the precursor to an approaching storm, but a rain shower, steady, the thunder and lightning in the far distance. My mind set changes as often do my plans. It is my favorite time to sip on a cup of hot tea, with a book or series of short stories not to far by, giving me the freedom to rap up in a homemade quilt and relax.

Often I will fall asleep and awaken, unintentionally, but craving more rest and upon hearing the rain, I need no other reason to fluff my pillow and roll back over.

Upon completion I feel better or at least think I do. The birds start to chirp again, the air smells clean, color is more vibrant and that which usually appears as junk in a neighbors yard, has a rustic glow and for a time I see the beauty it once was and can imagine how it might have looked many a year ago.