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outer ones. And you know, maybe for a second, perhaps longer, the rain is speaking to the real you, your actual values and emotions, the real person you wish to become.There is no pretense, no preconceived notion of how you wish to be seen. There is only you and the rain talking, and there is peace.A healing peace.For those of you who have spoken with rain, I’m sure you understand the feeling. I’m certain you know why tears brimmed in my eyes this morning. I’m positive if you’ve spoken with rain before you’ve felt your soul recharge as the rain spoke to the real you deep within.Each time in my life rain has spoken to me, I have always fallen in love with its winsome charm and grace. How could I not listen? How could I not enjoy the way the soft murmuring voice of rain made me feel?Perhaps today, the rain fell softly and spoke to me, because I needed it to. Maybe it knew better than I that I had strayed off course, lost my connection to own self-awareness, my own sense of being and purpose.Sometimes rain is like that. Then again, sometimes it just falls and dampens the earth and the trees and flowers, fills the lakes, and provides sustenance for all creatures and plants.But when rain speaks to your soul, it’s an extraordinary moment and should never be taken lightly. Rain will talk to anyone willing to take a moment to stop what they’re doing, stop what they’re thinking, and simply listen.Each drop is a word, which mingles with other raindrops to make a sentence, which bands together to form a message of hope, tranquil peace and awareness of one’s true self-worth.As I said, I don’

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t often have the chance to speak with rain like I did this morning. And though two and a half hours in the grand scheme of all of the hours of my life seemed nothing more than a brief interlude, it was such a pleasant conversation we had.This morning I had nothing to write about and was thinking about everything and yet nothing. I was sad, I was a bit angry, and by and large, I was mentally worn out. It was as if there was a gap inside of me, I just couldn’t seem to close.And then rain stopped by to chat with me, like an old friend who suddenly thinks of me, and somehow gets the feeling I need to talk. And suddenly, its there to speak with me when I needed it most.Perhaps it will be a long time before rain and I have another chance to speak with each other, and that kind of saddens me a bit. But then things usually have a way of working themselves out, don’t they?I’m sure, one day in the future, I’ll again get to hear the voice of rain softly falling. And much like I did today, I’ll sit, coffee cup in hand, mindful of its teachings, heeding its words and feeling my soul recharge again.To all my writing sisters and brothers, take a moment when you can and listen to the voice of rain softly falling. I genuinely believe it will speak to you just as it speaks to me.Share your soul with it. If you are anguished and struggling to find yourself again, the voice of rain can help you heal.Peace To You AllPaul Gene Barnett<h1 id="8c6b">Thanks So Much For Reading</h1>Let’s keep in touch: [email protected]© P.G. Barnett, 2020. All Rights Reserved.</article></body>

Self Awareness

The Voice Of Rain Softly Falling

Contemplative Solace From Within

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I don’t have very many moments, such as these. A watershed event that springs into this always thinking brain of mine. Speaking of a watershed moment, it’s been raining here all day. It made our weekly excursion to the grocery store a bit challenging, but hey, it’s nothing a little toweling off can’t cure spit spot.

It was the two and a half hours before the trip I’m talking about. Two and a half hours spent on my back patio drinking coffee and listening to the voice of rain falling softly. It has been a long time since rain spoke to me like it did today.

A long time since I was able to think of nothing, worry about nothing except my coffee growing cold. A long time since the rain and I had a conversation.

When rain speaks to you, it doesn’t talk to your ears, nor does it speak to your brain or heart. When rain speaks to you, it talks to your soul.

And if your soul is troubled rain will soothe it, whisper sweet passages which help you attain a more contemplative solace, invoke such blissful peace you can literally feel the tension streaming from your body.

The voice of rain, if you listen to it, will align your inner desires and thoughts with your outer ones. And you know, maybe for a second, perhaps longer, the rain is speaking to the real you, your actual values and emotions, the real person you wish to become.

There is no pretense, no preconceived notion of how you wish to be seen. There is only you and the rain talking, and there is peace.

A healing peace.

For those of you who have spoken with rain, I’m sure you understand the feeling. I’m certain you know why tears brimmed in my eyes this morning. I’m positive if you’ve spoken with rain before you’ve felt your soul recharge as the rain spoke to the real you deep within.

Each time in my life rain has spoken to me, I have always fallen in love with its winsome charm and grace. How could I not listen? How could I not enjoy the way the soft murmuring voice of rain made me feel?

Perhaps today, the rain fell softly and spoke to me, because I needed it to. Maybe it knew better than I that I had strayed off course, lost my connection to own self-awareness, my own sense of being and purpose.

Sometimes rain is like that. Then again, sometimes it just falls and dampens the earth and the trees and flowers, fills the lakes, and provides sustenance for all creatures and plants.

But when rain speaks to your soul, it’s an extraordinary moment and should never be taken lightly. Rain will talk to anyone willing to take a moment to stop what they’re doing, stop what they’re thinking, and simply listen.

Each drop is a word, which mingles with other raindrops to make a sentence, which bands together to form a message of hope, tranquil peace and awareness of one’s true self-worth.

As I said, I don’t often have the chance to speak with rain like I did this morning. And though two and a half hours in the grand scheme of all of the hours of my life seemed nothing more than a brief interlude, it was such a pleasant conversation we had.

This morning I had nothing to write about and was thinking about everything and yet nothing. I was sad, I was a bit angry, and by and large, I was mentally worn out. It was as if there was a gap inside of me, I just couldn’t seem to close.

And then rain stopped by to chat with me, like an old friend who suddenly thinks of me, and somehow gets the feeling I need to talk. And suddenly, its there to speak with me when I needed it most.

Perhaps it will be a long time before rain and I have another chance to speak with each other, and that kind of saddens me a bit. But then things usually have a way of working themselves out, don’t they?

I’m sure, one day in the future, I’ll again get to hear the voice of rain softly falling. And much like I did today, I’ll sit, coffee cup in hand, mindful of its teachings, heeding its words and feeling my soul recharge again.

To all my writing sisters and brothers, take a moment when you can and listen to the voice of rain softly falling. I genuinely believe it will speak to you just as it speaks to me.

Share your soul with it. If you are anguished and struggling to find yourself again, the voice of rain can help you heal.

Peace To You All

Paul Gene Barnett

Thanks So Much For Reading

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