Rain

Sweet, juicy raindrops fall.

This time, I don't mind at all.

As the daisies in my lawn grow tall,

I hope the angels hear my call.

Coz I never, never, never, never liked the rain before.

I surrendered to it's cleansing, now I find I'm wanting more.

My watery emotions flow, I want to let them pour.

Let the rain wash my mind.

Let the rain clean my skin.

Let the rain fill my cup and help me to let love in.

(repeat)

I never used to like the rain. It kind of made me sad and spoiled some special occasions for me at some point in my life. I think for me, it was one of those things like the Proust effect - a memory triggered by a scent or smell. Anyway, as I've grown and evolved, I have learned to be grateful for almost everything, including the people who have hurt me, and things I may not have liked in the past. One of those was rain.

Lately, the rain has given me so much joy. As an Australian, I was holding my breath leading up to the Summer because I was certain that we would have more bushfires. To my relief, we instead experienced frequent rainfall over the past few months. It felt very peaceful and cleansing.

For me personally, the rain helped me heal and wash away the past year of pain, and by my birthday in February, I felt I had turned a corner into strength and self love. I now appreciate the rain like never before, and I took great pleasure in watching my garden flourish. I sat outside each day, present in the moment, observing caterpillars transform into butterflies - a great sign of my own transformation.

I am so grateful for the rain.