We now find ourselves living in the strangest of times. Uncertainty and fear pre dominate our everyday life. In a world of spin and misinfomation, our perception of reality has shifted, so it’s no wonder our perspective is slightly askew at times.
But in this sea of doubt, mistrust and skepticism there are still constants. I am reminded of this throughout the night, sometimes during the day – and it’s lately the sound and backdrop that I open my eyes to every morning.
It is rain and It pounds away, relentlessly onto my windowpane.
Dancing in a rainbow hue
Rain is a constant lately. What I used to think was an irritating thwarter of plans, has now actually become reassuring lullaby in this turbulent fitful environment of change.
Rain has become a soothing rhythm, unlikely to upset any plans of mine, apart from the very occasional shopping excursion.
The poignant words of singer song writer James Taylor in 1970 have never seemed more appropriate.
‘I’ve see fire and I’ve seen rain,
I’ve seen sunny days I thought would never end,
I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend,
but I always thought that I’d see you again.