Last night

Last night I heard the rain begin, lovely sounds, the drips..so I opened my window all the way and let the rain sing me to sleep..cool air on my shoulders felt so good...Many rainy nights, I have cursed over the years...thinking of muddy shoes of children and muddy floors. I do have lovely memories of a little boy(my son) in a yellow rain slicker standing under a rain spout with a mile wide grin and rain dripping off his hood,at least there is that. I remember putting that memory away...remember this I told myself. Now rain dripping is a lullaby and I meditate on all that it brings to our late spring gardens..yes..deep pain, certainly eventually, brings deep joy..and I hold onto the things that cannot ever be taken away...rain, sun, clouds, and the gifts that as long as I stay well are mine, of sight, hearing, smell, and my creative mind...