Rain... One of the most beautiful sounds in the world. One of the most beautiful phenomena in the world.
A baptism, not in the name of God, or under supervision of any religion, but a baptism of the world, pure freshening of the Earth, and all its inhabitants.
It's beautiful, isn't it? When it's just pure white rain beating down, causing the growth of a million species...
Not necessarily when it storms, although there's something to be said for that as well, but when rain falls in abundance, on your roof, your window panes, the nature all around you. When it drenches the night and day in a gray light, washing away all sins in a single moment of pure audible bliss; all is forgiven in the wake of its majesty, if only for a while.
If there were anything to be worshipped in nature, it would be the beauty of the rain, each drop a microcosm of life, changing and growing, only to splash down upon the rock, in an instance changing from life to death, and yet from that, life is born anew, in the plants, in the animals, in the waters, and in humanity.
And what of the rain that pounds, and destroys? Simple natural processes turned into one of the most powerful weapons on the face of the planet, in hours and days washing away monuments to tectonic movements that took millenia to build. Washing away the works of man that intrude upon the natural kingdom in an instant, leaving us all feeling insignificant and scrambling to save that which is precious to us, while it continues falling, unhindered by our plight.
If this is not beauty, if this not a symbol of life and death, of growth and decay, of time and eternity, then what is?
Walk outside, and feel the chill in your bones as your clothes become instantly soaked. Feel the drops, hear the sound, and know that you are alive. You live as part of something so much greater than yourself, something so much greater than your entire species, something that could wipe you away in a blink, and at the same time, provides the very substances you need to survive.
My writing does not begin to do the phenomenon justice. I cannot begin to describe the elation that must be felt by each drop as it begins it's flight to the Earth. Nor can I describe the abject terror that must be felt by every organism upon impact. The feeling, that though we are all separate, we become united in the face of our greatest provider, and most feared adversary, and become one as humanity, all cleansed, forgiven, and new under the blessing of the rain.
Auditory, physical, and spiritual bliss... in the baptism of rain.
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