The steady pattering of this night rain is the perfect backdrop as another day draws to an end. A candle is lit. It’s the crackling kind. It holds a slight reminder of the dry season bush burnings, which were happening only a few short weeks ago.
Now, the flame - its warmth and glow are a welcomed sight, especially contained within its glass jar. Though still unfinished and with its solar power system waining, limited lighting and with a flame flickering, this house is feeling quite homey tonight.
The kettle is on and my favorite yellow mug is eagerly awaiting its fill of my piping hot, nightly tea. Water boiling to the rhythm of the rains, until the kettle breaks the cadence with its whistling. Tonight a sweet and spicy mixture of peppermint, lemongrass, orange and rooibos flavors mingle together as they steep, warm and inviting beside me.
I sit here listening as the raindrops become louder and fall heavy. I can’t help but think to myself, this is the best kind of evening. Nature allowing me a front row seat to a concert that’s performing all around me, surround sound.
The deafening clamor eventually transitions back to light staccato tapping. The falling raindrops soaking into our hardened dry .
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seasoned soil, softening and preparing it to hold seed and the growth to come.
And now, the barren earth is completely overwhelmed with this life giving, evening song. I’m reminded that as the seasons change and transition into the next, every season has something valuable to offer.
The gentle drumming, calling my heart into a new rhythmic beating. At the turn of another dry season into one that will yield days upon days of rain - this new season is welcomed for all its sustaining.
Its echo still heard across the charcoal night sky, as I find myself writing to the steady melody of water drizzling down windows and the slow sipping of Rooibos tea.
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