rhythm of rain

Something about rain and cloudy skies helps forces me to think thoughts I've tried to repress. Those hard questions with no definite answer because every answer is right, the awkward choices coming up with even more awkward solutions, getting to the bottom of my random, discontent moods... it all emerges with the presence of the grey sky.
Saturday I spent some time in my garden while it rained.
getting my hands dirty
weeding
pruning
picking...
It was amazing. The raindrops created the music of the living as they hit the leaves of all the plants. The deepest, hardest questions I have were hammered out by the rhythm of the rainfall.


Moments like these make me glad to be alive.