Rain

Rain….. falling straight down, in a steady stream, gently singing, tapping on the leaves of the trees.  The night is quiet.  No ominous rumbling of thunder in the distance, just rain.  It gurgles from the downspout into the empty 100 gallon stock tank, my rain barrel.  Filling up it’s ocean again, waiting to be fed onto the gardens and pots on the porch.  From the top of the chimney huge drops splatter onto the side roof…  ’blat….. blat…., blat’  in a steady stream. The beat never wavers.  This is a soothing time.  No night terrors of lightning’s electric fingers grabbing out of the sky. I will not have to call upon the ancestors and angels to stand guard over this ancient house tonight.  No, just a pattering, soothing rain…,  now deepening… louder…, louder the storm becomes.  Still it is harmless, steady, nourishing the earth and plants, providing water for creatures.  Water blessings…. night blessings.