Rain. There is something magical about it. The sound, the vibration, it washes away the past. A freshness comes forth whenever the past is put to rest. The past is dead, it has no being, no aliveness. So these demolition drops have come so we can recognize the aura of peace that resides within. With the past no more, the future is now. The big storms arrive to clear the slate clean, reveal the space waiting to be born each instant.
So the next time you hear rain, don’t dread it or get lost in the tension of all the yesterdays. Rejoice instead. Breathe in the freshness. You are free!