i was riding my little kinetic-honda scooter in the evening, on my way home. the skies looked ominous as it was raining off and on ever since i came here, so i left in a hurry. sure enough it started raining half-way home.
it wasn’t really a downpour, not the torrents of windy breezy rain. it was simple, steady rain that doesn’t soak you dripping wet, and doesn’t chill you out to the bone. i reached home damp, not soaking. it i felt good.
and now, when i step out and it rains, i stop and look up. the touch of cool droplets of rain to the face in random order seems natural. and it felt right to accept it’s nature.. and that’s it’s supposed to rain, we are supposed to get wet, and it’s all beautiful, and it’s according to some plan that’s working perfectly. and it’s incredibly relaxing to think that what’s happening is right you don’t have anything to worry about.
i don’t worry about getting wet in rain when i go out anymore. not to say i go about looking for rain. but it felt right to accept rain, rather than fear it. and i cut to those rainy february days in the valley. holy crap i am late for home. it’s high traffic and let me watch out for spin-off. i shouldn’t break too hard, it might cause hydro-planing. my weekend is ruined. it’s going to be cold. am i protected for flooding? will they classify this as hail instead? will i be ok if i got wet in this rain. darn my shoes are ruined, gotta remember to polish them. fallen tress, reporters in violent rains, somber people and disaster predictions on tv.
it felt right to let it happen.
Dude! Did not know that you are going loony!! What’s all this paens about accepting rain?
Since tis’ the season to be loony, here is my own paen!
Driving down 280 at a smooth steady pace and watching the scenery unfold over a setting sun and the thin delicate wisps of moist air becoming dense fogs and forming a delicate patina over the windshield making nice droplets flowing up and oh so tenuously defying gravity. The experience, its place in life was truly exhilarating. Gone was the worry of running into a pothole or worrying about a flat. Oh it is sometimes great to be in a position where you do not have to worry about the next “thing”.
dude pokerbuddy. nice one!