Here I sit, the rain is falling and I wonder how long the rain will continue. It is a medium rain with an occasional torrent, yet it seems to be calling for something I am unable to give. I hear its pitter patter as it hits the roof, its tone is soothing and I feel like it is trying to say something.

Is this rain a cleaning of my soul, as it is cleaning the roof? Is it washing away the dirt and grime from this shell I reside in like the dirt on the drive? I wonder if I will ever be as fresh and clean as the rain falling?

The stream is becoming deeper by the moment, and I wonder if it is as the things I have found after other storms? Polished glass, and stones rolling down the stream. It is clear to see that this rain is not a storm, it is only washing away the layers of dirt built up over the weeks previous.

Is this how nature cleans up after making such a mess? I wish I could clean things as easily after one of messes. Often I think of the many showers I have seen, only now realizing I am like the one that called to the rain. Please rain clean my soul as you do the earth. Help me to know what it is like to be clean again.

As I listen for an answer I am beginning to doze, wondering when nature will call to me again. Will I be able to hear the thoughts of the rain as my own. Nature calls to me as the wolf howls in the wind. I sleep again, forever waiting for the rain again.