It’s not something I have done for a long time, which is rather strange as it is something that I used to love. Not sure whether it’s the ever-advancement of age, the bearing of responsibilities, or just simply forgetting the pleasure of it.
However there I was.
Sitting with the car door open, whilst waiting, watching the rain come down. Not a deluge, just a gentle pattering now that the cold snap has let up a little. I love the smell of rain, the sound of it as it hits the trees, roofs and other objects, the peace of it.
The melancholic background music probably helped the aesthetics of the moment… before reality decided to rudely interrupt.
I must do that again. Inner karma, at least for a little while, has been restored.