I woke up to rain, and my first thought was "I'll take it."
It's okay that my sheets are on the line. It's okay that they've been there for three days. It's okay that they are now wet again.
And it's okay that I can't keep up. It's okay if I never catch up.
The sun porch is messy. The rain is perfect. So is my morning cup of tea. The shimmering song is ancient, gentle and unrelenting. The moment is fresh and poised. Today I will let the rain be a comfort. I'll let it wash my silly reasons into the meaninglessness and all-meaning silence.
