Beautiful Rain

There is something magical about the rain.  For some reason it is my favorite kind of weather.  We've been having a lot of it, and that's caused some frustration, but this morning, there is something wonderful about it.

I've always like to write while it is raining, not sure why, there's something meditative about the whole experience.  Sometimes I would sit outside under the porch and watch the storm, my parents did that as well (I may have picked it up from them).  I remember as a child sometimes I would play in the rain, and as a teen, I would challenge the "storm gods" to make it as miserable, or to show their power!  One of the most beautiful experiences I remember was during a heavy rain, I walked down to a pond that was about 200 yards away from the house, and I stood on the dock and watched the rain hit the water and the bubbles that would form and waves, etc.   It was very beautiful, I had never seen anything like that before.  There wasn't any buildings immediately around the pond, so I was relatively alone in nature.  I would walk into the woods and listen to the rain hitting the leaves and ground.  It has always been a beautiful experience.

So, I write most often during the rain, and I write slowest during the rain as well, I think about what I'm saying more, I savor the words more.  It's an interesting concept.