Beg to Differ

Peace & Solitude

The Rain.
It came, and it hasn't stopped.
I've never had a day quite like today, you see.
The cleaning had been done, the bike ridden, the town explored, and the children watched. There was nothing on my agenda.
And, of course, the rain sets its limits.
But, like the rain - soft and gentle - I've learned. Without such peace, without such calm - we cannot exist.
You see, it's a cycle. Constant busy and nonstop loud are deadly. The soil would dry & harvests cease.
And not to forget - the crisp scent of this farming village is ever so sweetly emphasized by each falling drop, consequently clearing my head and introducing only the purest of thoughts.
The natives like to complain about the constant dreariness. As an outsider though, the falling rain and consuming fog are so, so good.