First Rain!

It rained today. It was beautiful; a miracle of a day in itself.
It caused a friend to say, ‘today was so good that tomorrow cannot be better’.
If you take the time and watch a drop of water form at the tip of a leaf and then slowly drop to the ground. Plop.
If you inhale the smell of wet earth and fill your lungs till they feel like bursting into a thousand drops of rain water. Snifff…. Haaaa..
If you let your ears fill with the rain falling on trees (not buildings, and with the SERC generator off, if you please) till a drop of rain forms on your nose because of some unsaid connection between your ears and nose. Patter patter pit pit pit…..
If you let yourself stand in the rain - water falling on your head, seeping into your hair; water falling on parts of exposed skin and percolating into your very body; water falling on clothes and weighing them down with happiness! Streaaammm..
If you let your bare feet sink into wet mud on a paddy field ankle deep in water. Squeellcchh..
You will just laugh out loud. Your laugh will start from the top of your head and spread through the rest of your body! The sound will come from your larynx but in effect, your whole being, from tip to toe, will be a-laugh!

How many of us enjoy all this? Even if I am noticing these things and writing about them today, how many such days have I allowed to go past without just stopping and wondering about them? And hey, why do I need the rain to get me so poetic? Why should I call a day “just another day” in any case? I am not looking hard enough for the Magic. The very fact that the Magic is not apparent to me and I am having to look for it smells fishy – have I grown too old, too used to my surroundings? Or am I just “comfortably numb” to them?

Shucks!