renew me

it has rained every single day since i've been home.
like clock work, it comes down hard - washing all of the muck and mire from the day away.
an hour, maybe two, will pass... and with utter abandon so does the rain.

in those few fleeting moments i like to think about the day i laid in the rain. i imagine myself there again - walking out into the open clearning behind my old house. finding a space of grass, lying down on my back, peeling off my shirt and shorts, and absorbing all the heavenly wetness as it fell from the sky...

my hair became heavy - clinging onto my shoulders and around my face - as if grasping on for dear life. my skin turned pink and goose bumps formed, like tiny mountains springing up from raveins... and i just laid there, claiming my existence.
unrelenting to my presence, the rain came down harder, but i was in no mood to turn myself in, so i closed my eyes and opened my mouth. i breathed in that smell of summer rain, unmistakable, like new life coming up from the ground... and i too was made new again.

so often my everyday experiences become predictable and rehearsed. wake up, eat, work, sleep, repeat.. and i have learned, upon numerous occasions, that repetition is a slippery slope.

at first i find comfort in knowing what to expect, but in time the routine eats away at me, slowly, until i feel like an empty shell of myself. if ever i get to this point (which occurs increasingly more often then i'd like) i go back to this day in my mind - the day when mother nature renewed me.

***i challenge you (if anyone reads this) to go and sit in the rain one day... when you've had enough of your predictable little life. i promise you, with one thousand words of encouragement, that it will spark newness in you again.