I have a confession to make. I’m a pluviophile, a lover of rain.
It’s my favorite time to spend in the woods because everything slows down.
Yes, it can become even super slower here. The wildlife takes cover and all you can hear are the sounds of the leaves on the trees as if a lady is dragging a very heavy and long ballgown across the floor, as she begins to dance to the rhythmic sounds of the rain.
I sit on the red swing and drink a cup of tea or coffee. The cats are staring out the window eager to catch a squirrel taking cover. After the rain has slowed down or completely stopped, I am eager to see the magic of the woods appear before my eyes.
“Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
These are the 3 magical things that happen in the woods on a rainy day.
The musical beats of the rain send calming waves throughout the day. The rain songs are on a lovely loop soundtrack. I guess that’s why many want to dance or sing in the rain…I do!
I even own a rainstick so I can enjoy the sweet and lovely sounds whenever I feel stressed.
A mystical dense fog starts flowing over the four mountains around me, (Coldbranch Mountain, Battered Rock Mountain, Reedy Mountain, and Table Rock Mountain).
When I look out into the sky and see the mountains surrounded by fog…I can definitely understand!
Magic of Stillness
There is a magic of solitude when it’s raining (even though I have neighbors nearby) and an organic reflection of turning inwards. Sitting in the stillness helps me understand myself more. It’s a reflection of time and a reminder of the beauty that resides in all of us.