I love the rain.
Remembering my elemental 'being-ness.'
I love the rain.
I love the smell of the rain as it kisses the ground, gently parting away the soil sediments and wafting this earthy smell into my bones. I love the sound of the pitter-patter as it hits my umbrella, the drops falling away to my side, in tiny blobs that echo a kind of orchestra of the sounds of nature.
I love how, in these moments, the streets remain empty as people scatter to find shade, leaving behind the fullness of life in the trees and the soil. As the cars whiz by the wet tarmac splashing water along the quiet pavements, I notice how even the trees seem to have fallen silent. A kind of stillness they exude, as though an appreciation for the clouds that are busy shaking off their fluff.
I love how the lady passes me by the street and smiles as she runs for cover. An unspoken exchange of souls meeting each other in this expansiveness the skies have afforded us, even if for a brief eye moment and a stretch of the lips. How in those moments, as my boots meet the ground, my eyes moving all around me, walking on these rainy streets, I can’t help but appreciate the elements of the natural world that surround me.
I love how the water gently slides across my skin as I reach out to feel the soft drops. In this new but familiar feeling on my skin, I think of the body leaving the expansiveness of air under my umbrella, and entering the expansiveness of water around me. A short moment of the day where I become deeply aware of the fluidity moving all around me, and the fluid creature that I also am (75% water). Here on these streets, it feels like my body has recognised a part of it that is deeply familiar. I notice then how my mind races across thoughts of how we enter into this world, immersed in water for 9 months. Fluidity (water) sustains us in the womb. Fluidity continues to sustain us until our deaths.
I love how the rain reminds me of a lot of things that even I sometimes struggle to make sense of. Where these reminders come from, I have no idea. But they are reminders that try to show me I embody a lot of what lies around me, in the most mundane of things. It feels as though our bodies and this natural world are siblings, made from the same “stuff.” Complementing each other, giving and receiving each other in a deep complexity that exists in something as simple as the rain.
Like how the hands and the soil sing and dance in unison because of how they recognise each other as the same ‘beings.’ How the breath moves in and out of our bodies occupying what it might simply recognise as ‘home’ both in the natural world and within us. And how the same fire that will eventually brew a cup of tea as I retreat back into my apartment from this rainy walk, is the same “fire-y feeling” that burns within my heart in moments of connection, and inspiration. Moments that come to me when I step out and decide to dance with the rain and welcome it in all its fullness.
Today, the rain has called me to welcome the fullness I inhabit in this body. It has called me to remember my elemental ‘being-ness.’ To finally remember to step out into my expansiveness.
Oh, I love the rain!
step out
step out into the rain
and dance with the drops
feel the pitter-patter of the tiny molecular clusters
slowly gather on your skin
and don’t be shy
look up above
and let yourself be one
with the clouds
shaking off their fluff