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Let it Rain

"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby." Langston Hughes

It’s raining. And the forecast is for much more of it. With gale force winds. We’re all still a bit raw from the recent flooding in Ireland, which took the lives of a woman and a brave young policeman. So naturally, the news of more of the above may put a lot of people in bad form. Harsh weather conditions remind us of those unfortunate enough to be living on the streets. It gives greater meaning to the folk protesting with the #Occupy movement. And it makes us appreciate having four walls and a roof over our heads that much more.

However, rain can also be beautiful. It is necessary for the growth of crops and plants and pretty flowers. Swimming in the ocean as the sky opens is one of the most magical of moments… And the sound of rainfall can be extremely relaxing. Its tune acts as soothing background music as you play cards with a loved one in a caravan… The sky darkens ominously and makes it okay to stay indoors. There is nothing cosier than an evening by the fire as the winds whistle aggressively and the rain beats down outside… I know what I’m doing later…

Images: androidzoom.com; http://blog.cyber-rain.com/?paged=2

Clouds

An oft-travelled journey home when, suddenly, I become transfixed by the clouds in the sky. Grey and navy with astonishing splashes of light and beige. An unexpected chink of blue reminds me of tomorrow and Mediterranean summers.

There are mountain ranges and snowy landscapes and sumptuous treats in these clouds. Ever changing and concealing and revealing. A thoughtful water-colour painting. A masterpiece of such genius that many do not even recognise it.

Perfect contrasts of heaviness and light, charcoals and pastels, passion and anger. Dramatic brushstrokes and cotton puffs so soft I want to bury my face in them. The impermanence delights me. Now, slowly, the clouds part and the window of promising blue stretches, making the clear sky more precious for it is not always so.

“Our true nature could be compared to the sky, and the confusion of the ordinary mind to clouds. Some days, the sky is completely obscured by clouds. When we are down on the ground, looking up, it is very difficult to believe there is anything else there but clouds. Yet we only have to fly in a plane to discover up above a limitless expanse of clear blue sky. From up there, the clouds we assumed were everything seem so small and so far away down below. We should always try and remember: the clouds are not the sky, and do not “belong” to it. They only hang there and pass by in their slightly ridiculous and non-dependent fashion. And they can never stain or mark the sky in any way.” Sogyal Rinpoche