i'm sitting in my room working on a final. coffee next to me, sigur ros floating through the apartment. i've been fighting the urge to write on here all morning, in an attempt to be productive on the final.
but just now, for about 30 seconds, it started to pour outside. just for 30 seconds. it was so beautiful. i couldn't help but stop typing, grab my coffee cup, and just take in the sight and sound of the rain hitting the rooftops around me.
it made me think of the essay 'rain and the rhinoceros' by thomas merton, where he discusses the 'festival of rain' and how it cannot be stopped. especially in the city, where people try to shuffle away and hide. rather than enjoy it as the festival that it is.
i hope i'm never too 'busy' to enjoy the rain. i hope you aren't either.
1 comment:
mmmm. i love the part where he says that people are too busy and consumed in their own thoughts to realize that as they walk through the shiny streets reflecting the clouds, they are walking through the sky.
...or something like that.
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