it's a new morning. the sky is grey and patchy with clouds. it rained again last night. and today. more of the same.
i love the rain. i love the storm of it. i love driving in the rain. big drops of vaporized cloud hitting my windshield like gravity-drawn moths. the slow glide to the bottom of my windshield. the gentle pooling of rain on the asphalt ground, turning it from dirty grey to shimmering charcoal. the inebriated sway of giant oaks... so emerald green... all moving in rhythm.
everything is more enhanced. more focused. like when you position the lens of a camera between your thumb and middle finger and twist, gently, to one side. everything goes from blurry to sharp. and you awaken!
i have always reflected on why people become more mindful of their driving when it rains. i don't imagine it's because they're trying to stay safe, but because they're trying to take it all in.
all the beauty of the world... drenched in the bounty of water.
