Family

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Rain hitting the metal gutter outside my apartment distracts me from writing, from working, from…

Rain’s older sister, the wind, blows her in whichever direction she chooses. I can hear the discussion between the two, now. What a ruckus they make.

In a matter of minutes though, they’ve brokered a peace deal…or perhaps it is a cease fire.

Drip…drip…drip…drip…drip
I wonder where that drip is going, to which locale does she travel? Which blade of grass will she feed?

Will she find her way into my apartment as she or her siblings have done twice before? Will her auntie force her closer to or farther away? I send out a silent prayer to the Elements to keep my floors dry, during this time of “sit and stay”…I have not the energy to rush about.

Drip….drip….drip….drip….

I hear a cow bell being tapped, a distant sound…this is not like the “MORE COW BELL!!” song…it is her introverted daughter that helps to stealthily feed Mother Earth, but can still wreck havoc on the ears.
Drip, drip, drip…

My keyboard wants to type
w_i_t_h t_h_e r_h_y_t_h_m o_f t_h_e r_a_i_n
My head moves in time with these drops, a human metronome…I sway to the flow of the wind, as she blows through the trees.

Birds do not sing during a rainstorm. Is this their time to listen, instead of speak? Drip, drip, drip, drip…drip…the methodical rain…the deep enriching rain.

Drip….drip.…drip.…my heart rate slows to match her beat…eyes close….brain….quiets….
Sister Wind is quieting as well…

I just heard a bird tweet…gratitude for the coolness, and the life giving drops.
The Elements are fulfilled…they breathe a collective sigh of relief…

I am among them…Inhaling….Exhaling…
The drops are no more; but I can hear the wind continuing to tease her sister.
Ah…Family

4/30/20

4 Replies to “Family”

  1. April, it seems you can just write beautiful sentiments about the simple things in life most people don’t give a second thought about. What a beautiful gift. I look forward to more of your thoughtfulness.

  2. Wow, April, you know how to fashion a mood and a setting. I feel like I am there with you. Brought back a memory for me of living off a dirt road in New Mexico and how I could smell the summer thunderstorms coming in the distance as the wind kicked the dust into the air.

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