the stillness of rain

the rainy season is upon us. this time of year always brings forth nostalgia and appreciation for the little things. as the cloudy days and dancing drops cover the house in a rhythmic lullaby i find myself appreciative for the comfort of my bed, the warmth of my home and the sparingly quiet moments that allow for a long lost book. there is a romantic feel that borrows the space and leaves me feeling introspective and still. the invigoration that comes from the outside life is left behind at the door, shed at the stoop like a limp, wet jacket. so easily can i slip into the serenity that i question my survival without it. yet summer comes and i find myself gravitating toward the sun like a cat napping in the warmth. the seasons bring us the gift of reflection, yet we must be still enough to hear the silence. 

"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby." -Langston Hughes