I Listen to the Rain…by Justificus
I listen to the rain…
Tap…tap…tap…tap…tapping, tapping, tapping,
I begin my yoga exercise with a stretch and a twist and a turn. I push and pull. I become more relaxed and I can smell the odor of my under arm. I say to myself, “ I am!” because at this moment that is all…I am. The sky is gray and the sun is interrupted from its normal practice of shinning brilliantly through the windowpanes. I close my eyes and I listen to the rain. I can hear the raindrops tapping percussively on the roof and I think “Showers of blessings, today.”
Pouring, pouring, pouring…pouring…
The rain continues, making a mighty crescendo as the texture of the raindrops become polyphonic and opaque. I can feel the rhythm of the raindrops reverberating throughout the earth even though their sounds appear to lack a melody. The solid gray that was a cloud only a second ago is now liquid like mercury. As it pours down from the sky, I feel tears welling up inside of me and flow down my face through eyes. I am weeping helplessly without knowing why. I cannot control the emotion. I am overcome by a power in me that rocks every fiber of my internal consciousness and sends tremors through my body.
Pelting…pelting…
With my eyes now wet and soggy, I peer through the curtain of tears to see the beauty of the rain as it pelts from the rooftop to dance upon their arrival on the anxiously awaiting earth. The trees stand majestically in the shower. They are all drenched from the drip drop dropping of the rain like the sweat that is now saturating every centimeter of my anatomy.
Drip…drop…drop…ping…
Slowly, the gray becomes transparent and the sunshine that was waiting patiently peeps from behind the remaining clouds. The sun appears to be smiling happily with all that is in its presence. At the same time, the former pounding of the rain is now reduced to a light pitter-patter that creates a series of quiet polyrhythmic patterns. I listen to the rain as the sound decrescendos. All who listens to the rain can experience the drumming of the raindrops from within! This extemporaneous concert needs no audience but it is absorbing my attention as I listen.
Pit…ter… pat…ter…pit…
The sun is out again in its full glory. Nature exhibits her lush greens and brilliant yellows. Flowers display a humble gratitude. I close my eyes once more. I listen to the rain as the rain returns to its origin to commence another performance.