Night Rain

Night rain. I walked late, umbrella in hand, listening to the soft pitter-patter of each drop.

The sound was a quiet rhythm, like the heartbeat of the night itself. I let it wash over me.

With this rain, the temperature will soon sink to single digits, crisp and clear, as Fall finally, finally takes its reign of the earth where I am.

There's a sacred stillness in this moment - a hush that invites me to simply exhale, simply be.