After a heat wave, when the air becomes a living, fire-breathing thing, a summer rain is the most exquisite kind of gift. Though I think my favorite part is actually just after the rain stops. How the lilacs out my window just seem to lift and reach. How they shake off the water and create a kind of floral dance, swaying back and forth, sending out their sun and rain drenched scent. And soon there are bumblebees everywhere!
I have to remember this when life sends the Perfect Storm into my world. When I worry about my Mum's health and well-being. When I wonder if I am doing enough. When the pressures begin to weigh in their opinions. Whether or not I asked for them.
I can be like the lilacs and the bumblebees and lift. And reach. And dance.