Overnight last night we finally had rain here. It’s been a long time coming – they kept forcasting rain and it kept not raining. Storms too, they’d say we’re in for a storm, and then nothing happened.
I’ve been under so much stress lately, I haven’t been sleeping. Haven’t been functioning well. Have barely been keeping it together.
Last night was the first night in ages where I was able to fall asleep easily, without excessive amounts of alcohol first.
Last night, although I did wake up frequently (as I always do) I was actually able to get back to sleep quickly and easily, without needing to stare at the ceiling or play solitaire for an hour or two each time.
This morning, I actually slept in.
It’s the rain, I think.
Every time I woke up last night and heard the rain pouring down, beating against the windows and the roof, rushing through the leaves in the trees, rattling off the shed and splashing into the pools forming in my backyard… I just felt like it was washing troubles away.
The air smelled clean and fresh.
I felt like it was washing away all the worries and stresses and problems off my shoulders. For the first time in weeks I felt happy.
I hope it keeps raining. I want it to rain all week. All month even.
I wouldn’t complain if we got a few storms too.
I’m grateful for the rain.
