Watching the Rain
I am always mesmerized by the rainfall
“Give thanks for the rain in your life which waters the flowers of your soul.” — John Lockwood Huie
As I sit in the office reception area waiting for my daughter to finish up her appointment, I watch the rain fall hard and fast through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
The raindrops hit the pavement with rapid intensity, and I lose myself in the sound.
The sound of the pounding rain pattering on the pavement lulls me into a sense of calm.
I hear thunder and a bolt of lightning streaks across the sky.
Observing the rainfall as it falls on the concrete into small puddles feels oddly soothing.
I sit transfixed, staring at it, unwilling to move, finding great solace in it.
Gradually, bit by bit, the heavy rain subsides and drizzles down the windowpane in patterns.
When my daughter reenters the room after her appointment, I reluctantly rise from the soft, comfy couch to meet her.
The ground is wet when we step outside. I take a deep breath and inhale the sweet fresh scent of rain that permeates the air.
We head for the car to return home.
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