As happens when you walk in the woods every day it rained today.
I purchased a raincoat in St. Louis a few years ago. During my years at Southern Illinois University, I carried an umbrella. I like rain. I am looking at my cypress tree just outside the Writing Porch, which glistens with the newly fallen drops. I shine a bit after a rain walk.

Rain has a calming effect on me. When it is raining I see the world in a special light. Daily activities usual hustle and bustle become quiet as the rain falls. There is time for pause and reflection. Space for contemplation and reflection. We require a quiet place to assess what we have done and what we are preparing to do. Multitasking is a myth. Focus is the reality.

MJ and I had some dear friends that we regularly had dinner with. When we joined them in their lovely home for cocktails and Hors d’oeuvres over-sparkling conversation. Then was dinner which was often an exercise in Haute cuisine. There were so many unique tastes, textures, and red wine that it was easy to be overwhelmed. As the after-dinner drinks were served it was apparent we were all Dog Tired. What had begun with the beauty of anticipation ended in yawns and heartfelt goodbyes.

Folks like us require rest and downtime to recharge our batteries. We are not Energizer Bunnies. Our circuitry has to reboot. Rain does that for me.

Words spoken in haste are words from a tired mind and mouth. Mylo is in the best of humor early in the morning. He growls in the evening when his wishes are not fulfilled. So it goes…

Perhaps fresh rain could be a medicine in our political life. A time of serene thought and meditation. Plans that come from the people we were before the fiery rhetoric and passion for winning captured our hearts and minds. Return to youngsters and devoid of climbing the ladder of success no matter who falls off as we ascend…