This lullaby beautifully captures and describes a peaceful pause in the morning while being cradled by the gentle love of mother Nature’s rain…
The early morning rain sings softly to me. Like a lullaby, it calls me back toward dreamtime, pulling me there with its whispery voice.
The rain suggests a pause, a delay to the usual commencement of ‘getting things done.’ It reminds me to let go. It reminds me some things are beyond my control, so just let go.
It is a knowing letting go, an almost rueful letting go that must suddenly remember and admit, after all, what matters.
The susurrus of the rain cradles me in a hallowed space with all the gentle attentions of a doting parent. I am soothed by this quiet listen to the earth, sky, and air that are my home, suffused with the glow of love and trust found there.