Pouring down
Sometimes it rains a lot
always when you don’t expect it,
always in the wrong moment,
but it keeps raining
…and raining.
Sometimes it is gentle
some other it is torrential.
But let it rain
as in every single drop the life is there
When it rains
we withdraw inward,
move to an interior place
seeking shelter.
It’s an expression
of our containing matrix of being
amidst the immensity and complexity of nature.
