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.
Thank you for sharing this here. May we all have more moments like that. Blessings! 💖
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My pleasure dear friend! I hope so because those moments are the “lamp posts” that light up the path for our souls. Even by reading your beautiful description I felt moved as if I was there!!! 🙂 ❤ Blessings back!
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💖 😊 🌷
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you Linda! Much love and big hugs, and may nature surround you in her loving lullaby! 🙂 ❤
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