A Rainy Day
Looking out my upstairs window;
People seem inconvienced
Plants seem thankful
God’s incredibly important refreshment in the form of rain comes incredibly sporatic and apparently randomly. So isn’t it ok for other things in life to be that way? Maybe my random spiritual life is not as bad as the preachers make me feel.
Leaves get cleaned
Cars get dirtied
God’s incredibly important cleansing rain doesn’t completely clean. It leaves streaks and splotches. So isn’t it ok for other things in life to be that way? Maybe it is ok that my meditation cleans some things but still leaves streaks in some places.
Isn’t the sound of rain interesting? It certainly breaks the monotony of the urban cacophony.
The gutters and drains and roofs of various materials are acoustic effects units which create a random concert for those who listen.
Idea: Walk through downtown listening for the best rain concert in town. Make a point to return with a friend on other rainy days
Question: Why do I confuse in French the word “rain” (pleuvoir) and “cry” (pleurer) Il pleut / Il pleure… They are similare, n’est-ce pas?