The sound of the rain cures the brain

When  a rain cloud is succedeed by a little brightness in the sky, fools rejoice and think it will soon be fair weather. but fine weather isn’t always best. Although we tend to curse the rain for catching us unprepared and messes up our hair, make-up and clothes and in the end we cancel all our appointments and blame the rain for the entire situation. While rushing without a personal motivation on the streets to fill the needs of others, the rain is just a reminder that maybe our first priority is just us, spiritually speaking.

In a world dominated by image, noise and false feelings, the outside nature stays simple, pure and constant. To my own belief, rain is the nature’s way of telling me – slow down, the end is only one, as well as there is only one journey towards it. The paths are various and tempting and you cannot stop but to cross them all, although it means crossing over your soul. So let me ask you:

What have you done for your soul today?

If we had just one moment to stop and let ourselves caressed by the raindrops and hear their music, maybe we could see the meaning of this natural weather phenomenon in this certain place and time.

“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
Robert Frost



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