Beauty Appears After the Rains
Life re-emerges all washed and recovered
It’s that time of year again when those of us who live in the path of hurricanes begin casting our eyes towards the east for waves coming off the African Coast. It is also a time, given the effects of climate change on our small islands when we welcome these waves — if they remain a wave, for the rain they bring to our drought-drenched shores.
We had our first wave for July and it brought beautiful rain, with just enough wind to tickle our sensitive parts and cool down our more sensitive parts.
The plants thoroughly enjoyed the showers.
The loud clap of the thunder sounded so strange that my dogs began barking in unison. They had not heard thunder in a long time. No rain, no thunder, or no thunder, no rain.
Our streams and dry rivers felt useful again as they channeled gushing water through the forests floor and eventually down to the sea.
I sat in my garden, when it was all over and marveled at the newness and renewedness that the rain brought.
As it washed the dust and the dryness away — filling all the buckets and pans that would later be used to water my plants, or homes for mosquito eggs if not used quickly enough.
The birds were particularly quiet, perhaps they were drying out their nests and setting new twigs, replacing those that might have blown away.
I had not seen the family of mongoose that frequent the garden. Maybe they had some mopping up to do since the rain did fall quite hard.
Nobody minded the rain, neither man nor beast for we understand the importance of water and it being life. There is little life without rain.
Now the weed seeds will appear, popping up like newly birthed ideas. The fire ants will also appear, making their hot presence felt by anyone so fortunate to get in their way.
I sat and watched the unfolding since there was no need for a water hose today.
I marvel at the magnificence of nature — its never-ending, always churning cycle of being and knowing.
The birds know, the flowers know, the mongoose, ants, and weed seeds know.
Of the beauty of life; the joy in living; the clarity in knowing and the art in being.
Thanks for reading
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