I’ve become accustomed to listening to relaxing “white noise” music during the night when I can’t sleep to try and alleviate restless nights. Yesterday morning, I awoke to the sound of rain and a rushing stream. It was one of the most relaxing mornings I’ve ever had. I laid in bed wishing that it would become reality. I longed for the soft patter of real rain and the peaceful calm that it seems to blanket the whole world with when it comes.
Eventually, I had to succumb to reality and rise and prepare for the day. Expecting a hot day, I was pleasantly surprised by how cool and breezy it was. It was lovely and I realized that however much I had wanted my day to go one way, the alternative had been equally pleasant.
Once home, as I took some time to unwound, I glanced out into the soft glow of the lowering sun. A serene smile spread across my face as I realized the softest of rain falling from the sky. The kind of gentle rain that doesn’t even make a sound, but still stops you in awe. The beauty of it was inspiring and had me lifting my gaze to the heavens as a sign of “thanks” to Mom. She seems to be answering my wishes with the sweetest subtlety these days.