Rain

The rain patters down in that perfect early morning way, covering each blade of grass, each glistening rock, each blooming flower. The sound of the rain lulls me, tempts me back into bed, into a book, into my journal - something quiet and introspective. I love the rain, I love what it does for the colors of fall, what it does in my heart, calming me, soothing me, bedding down for a season my should-dos, hectic days, scurry here and there mornings. As long as the rain lasts, I will relax, be calm and rested. Lovely!