Steamy summer morning gives birth to a blue-white rain. First hard, then soft.
3 days to anticipate a break. 3 days to meditate and wait. 3 ways to love the rain:
Read a book, wash some clothes, take a nap. Wait and see that inevitably the guitar strums as the dryer hums. In reality, no reason at all to wait, anticipate, or meditate because Time and I are not passersby. But one and the same, inseparable from the rain.