I traced the raindrops on the fog-covered window and gradually saw
shapes appearing. Shapes, circles, the blue and sunny sky, the ocean.

Thoughts chased each other in my mind like the way fish play tag in the
creeks. The objects were all things that didn’t match my mood, sad and grey.

They faded away almost as soon as they were drawn. But after a couple of
days with no sun and endless rain, I learned to love the soothing sound of
raindrops. It calmed my mind and cleared my head, just like the way listening
to music and mediation helps me become as cool as a cucumber.

I walked outside onto the porch and stared at the rolling hills in the far
distance. “How tranquil and placid nature seems,” I thought to myself. “Maybe I’ll
be better off jumping into the puddles.” I quickly shuffled into the garage and put
on my rain boots. There were several pools of water outside, and the grass
and plants were wet and rainy. “More mosquito nests,” I thought humorously to
myself. I jumped into the puddles and felt a cool sensation through my toes,
then my legs, then my whole body.

Just as the first drop patters onto the rooftops of houses, the final
patter on the roof brings a sensation of peace and tranquility, a reminder that
even after the most thunderous downpour of rain, a period of calm and
renewal will follow.