The Rain Taps

I’m listening to the rain tap on my window right now, feeling the dreariness of the evening. And yet there is something quite refreshing in that liquid rolling down the glass pane.

I like watching the water droplets converge and separate as they trickle down (it’s not a hard rain this evening). Sometimes they are impeded by an invisible something on the glass, too small for me to see but made obviously present by their hesitation.

Eventually the weight of gravity pulls them through or around and past. Much like life. I think of people whose lives have joined with mine, only to be separated by the passage of time. Sometimes conflict has stymied our movement, but eventually the weight and purpose of life pulls us through or around.

Somehow this is encouraging to me tonight, on a night when the rain taps at my window pane.


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