I didn’t hear the distant rumbles over the soothing melody of La Mar by the Beautiful Girls flowing through my headphones. Rather, what stirred me from my much-needed state of relaxation was the musty smell of rain. Although I hadn’t actually fallen asleep in the last hour that I was laying in my bed (but anticipated slipping into that peaceful darkness soon), I switched directions and gravitated toward the window to greet the rain. Delightfully, it greeted me in return with a crackle and sudden sheet of heavy drops. I was immediately refreshed! The drum of a million sporadic tears from the clouds silenced the racket of cars and wood chippers. The asphalt streets became pollen-filmed rivers within minutes. This transformation proved nature’s power to subdue the tainted spectacle of our industrial world. It was beautiful.
An hour later the storm had passed, so I tied on my running shoes and hit the soggy streets. It was only a thirty minute run followed by form drills, but I felt light and energized. I pondered for a reason behind this revived feeling that contrasted with the heavy, tired sensation I had during my morning run. It couldn’t have been the nap that was prompted by my persistent insomnia over the last couple of nights, because I never actually fell asleep. Maybe it was the delicious block of dark chocolate I munched on after lunch? Unlikely. I concluded that I felt great for the same reason the trees felt great, the same reason the grass, streams, and amphibious creatures felt great: the rain! It washed away my worries, replenished my tired body, and filled my heart with glee. It was just what I needed.
Beautiful Ashley! =)
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