Rain on a tin roof

It’s raining…. again.

Though this time it’s warm rain as the late spring takes hold. I love the way weather affects our lives. Today moist warm air is flowing off the Tasman sea causing a good soaking rain to fall on my garden. And there’s thunder. The lightning’s electricity ionizes the air bringing a pleasant smell and helping fix nitrogen into my garden plants. It’s amazing how the world is set up. Amazing that the natural systems created so long ago continue to function and replenish themselves despite all our intervention.

But what I like most right now is the sound. I’m sitting on my covered verandah and listening to the rain fall on the tin roof. It’s such a grounding sound, almost as if the sound itself anchors me to the moment. Louder and softer, more intense and demanding as the rain shower swells and recedes. I feel cocooned by its presence, surrounded by its comforting sound that jolts memories and feelings and stillness.

And now it whispers…. gentle last drops as the clouds move over to the mainland. Quieter, its almost apologizing for disturbing me as it passes. And now again I can hear the birds and the rolling waves in the background.

Life is simple and the simplest things add the most to it.