After the rain, not just after, but that way after when the rain is almost forgotten, the drops that fall from the edges of roofs and trees, they fall at a different rhythm. It's not that beating rhythm while it's raining, or that constant rhythm when the rain has finally stopped, but that rhythm of anticipation and intentionality. It's that rhythm that rewards the person who is aware with the next drop when that next drop falls. Oh, but it falls extra plump and the sound is its own sound.
So life seems to have gone it's way for some of you, it's okay, go to your own rhythm. For some, life seems so un-normal, go your own rhythm. For some of us, not knowing but still going about our way is its own drumbeat we now march to and smile.
When you become aware, it's about the anticipation that makes it a delightful rhythm!
dolups of rain drip
from an earlier storm ....plopping;
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