A Rainy Morning
My favorite
I love rain. It cleans the air which is an enormous blessing to those of us who have asthma. I love laying in bed at night and listening to the sounds of a storm: the pitter-patter of rain on the roof or against the windows, the low rumble of thunder follows the crack of lightning. And I also love getting up on a rainy morning.
Since I retired nearly four years ago, I have (against all odds) become a morning person. Sitting here, sipping coffee, and writing each morning has become a treasured ritual. There is peace here. I no longer gulp down said coffee and dash out into rush-hour traffic, I am free to linger.
On rainy mornings, it is with exceptional pleasure that I go through my morning routine. The air is clean, inside and out. The temperature moderates. My plants flourish.
Life is good.
It is with immense gratitude that I greet this rainy morning. I am thankful to be here, in this place, at this moment. I am thankful to have the time to relax and enjoy my mornings. I am thankful for the rain that washed the air clean.
I am thankful for this rainy morning.
Namaste.
