I love watching the raindrops race each other, sliding down my window. The sound of the water tapping my window, beckoning me outside to dance under nature’s sprinkler. Although the temptation to run in the rain is there, I’m just too cozy in my sweater with a warm cup of chamomile tea to leave my bed. I allow myself to close my eyes for a moment, and just let the sound of the rain against my house take over. I could probably fall back asleep, or instead, I can allow it to inspire me. I open my eyes and run to my dresser to pick up the book I have been reading for the last two months. There is no excuse now to not read it. It’s moments like these I cherish.
I open my book and enter the world of Neil Gaiman, in a fantastical version of London, England. Suddenly, the sound of thunder rolls over my house and beyond, and then lightening quickly brightens up my room, illuminating the two pages in front of me. I sink into my pillows, and pull up my knitted blanket my grandmother crocheted me a few years ago over my legs. I thumb through the pages to where I last left off and suddenly I am once again lost in the rainy streets of London for a little while.
The rain and thunder has a hypnotic sound. It conjures so many creative incentives within so many people. I speak from experience. It allows the person present in that moment to suddenly get lost in their dreams and ideas. The lightning sparks the creative mind into gear and the thunder brings excitement and action into one's life. Next time it rains, try letting the rain reach your soul and the thunder to call forth the creative within you.
This piece was featured in Bella Grace magazine, issue 18.
