It started raining this morning while I was meditating. I could hear the big drops of rain falling off the oak tree leaves and hitting the stone pathway in the back yard. Glop. Glop. Glop. These sounds, combined with the falling rain hitting the roof, contributed to the general soothing din that happens during a passing Texas deluge. The old timers here like to say that, “we have only two kinds of rain in Texas…too much or too little. Heh.” But this morning’s rain wasn’t too much or too little. It was exactly the right amount for the soul of a man who wanted to think.
Blame it on the Rain
Blame it on the Rain
Blame it on the Rain
It started raining this morning while I was meditating. I could hear the big drops of rain falling off the oak tree leaves and hitting the stone pathway in the back yard. Glop. Glop. Glop. These sounds, combined with the falling rain hitting the roof, contributed to the general soothing din that happens during a passing Texas deluge. The old timers here like to say that, “we have only two kinds of rain in Texas…too much or too little. Heh.” But this morning’s rain wasn’t too much or too little. It was exactly the right amount for the soul of a man who wanted to think.