A gentle rain has been rinsing the Earth for the better part of the day.
It is these gentle rains that put me in a reflective mood…and compel me to take photographs of gorgeous things in my yard/forest.
The rain makes everything more stunning. Picture the rose above without any of those droplets. Would you stare at it for as long? There’s something about those water droplets that makes the photo look…
…clean? renewed? refreshed? crisp?
Maybe it’s all of the above.
I would argue that a photograph with water droplets looks more interesting than the same photograph without water droplets.
The beauty of rain is more than droplets on leaves or petals, though.
It’s the peaceful sound of cleansing and life-giving hydration.
I live in a particularly rainy part of the country. Not many people know this, but western North Carolina gets A LOT of rain and I’ve heard that it’s just a few inches shy of rain forest classification.
With all that moisture comes lush, diverse greenery.
Rain is symbolic of the completion of a cycle.
In scientific terms, you have evaporation and condensation. It doesn’t sound very romantic.
Mother Nature’s take is definitely more pleasing: the spring rains that cause the generation of all the plant species and renewal of life. She doles out a substance that, without it, all terrestrial life forms could not exist.
People know this instinctively: how many people have created poems, songs, books, meditations, or art in honor of the rain?
Part of the beauty in rain is that it’s universal. It’s been part of the cycle of this planet since the beginning of Time. Our ancestors witnessed the same drops we’re witnessing now.
In fact, looking at a water droplet is like looking into a rainbow of history. Before that water droplet came out of the sky, it was absorbed into the air, and before that, it existed as a liquid on the earth. After evaporating it came back to the earth and the cycle continues over and over again. Now there’s a more romantic notion of the scientific explanation.
But you don’t need science to tell you how to listen and absorb the beauty of something that is so essential for all life.
I think of how our rain is tainted with chemicals of our human-made products. I have always felt that this was an unwitting consequence of modern progress.
Sometimes, though, I feel like progress actually hinders us from being completely human and hearkening back to our roots, to a simpler time, place and existence.
Perhaps that’s something else that makes the rain beautiful: when you pay attention, it forces you to slow down. You and I are genetically programmed to respond to the sounds of Nature, if but only we listen.
The Beauty of Rain
Your wet caress slaps my face
and yet I smile
For you nourish my spirit
And renew my connection
To the Divine
I dance and feel
across the epochs
Light shines and you cast
A rainbow upon my thoughts
I am free to grow
Nourished by your cleansing
I lay down strong roots-
Just hydrogen and oxygen
And yet a miracle out of
-Cyndi Calhoun, May 2013
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