Several months of searing heat and barely a drop of moisture... Grasses paling and going to seed, fruits not ripening, and even forest floor plants and mature trees wilting under the perpetual Sun. Evenings seeming equally unbearable, nights unsleepable, tension mounting over no clouds, week after week, no matter what the forecast keeps taunting us with...
The first big rainstorm is a Blessing and a Healing Force, a Tonic and Antidote to multiple issues arising through the drought.
The smell of dust being washed away, the cleansing cool that seems to clean inside and out, the Glorious Refreshment and Bliss of the Beautiful Sound of Drops in Proliferation, Pouring and Dripping and Roaring downwards - Washing All Kinds of Accumulated Detritus Clean.
The newly delivered Waters, our Collective Saturation with Life-Affirming Humidity.... All Things seeming Weighed Down again, where before everything seemed to be dissolving or melting in the heat... Now we're safe in Balance, Elements in Equilibrium. In our Sacred Macrocosm and in Our Divine Microcosm.
Blessings On Us All As One,
:Clare