It rained last week; poured, in fact. Water droplets in unknowable quantities plummeted from the sky, cascading down toward the earth.
As a non-native Portlander, my reaction surprised me. Instead of resisting or resenting the fact that it was raining, I welcomed it.
Giver of life.
I found myself appreciating the scent that filled the air and the gentle sound of the droplets hitting the ground.
Gratitude welled up inside of me, thankful for the wave of calm that it seemed to bring me.
And with that, I add this memory to the handful of times that I’ve felt at peace with the rain, the collection of moments where the water droplets seem to capture and perfectly express the way I feel inside.