In The Rain Fall

In the rain fall - and the stillness between drops goes all but unnoticed. Every storm offers its own spacious understanding. Today I ran for many miles in the rain, and untold drops told me their story. Drenched in a language told from sky to clouds, and then to every landing that came beneath them. Each drop told of motion, a journey from sea to air, and back to ground again, and endless cycle of existence. I was told of life today within a storm. The story was all around, in every drop, and more, in the stillness that allowed each drop to be.

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Peace,

Eric