As I race against the rain’s pitter-patter on my way home one evening, my mind was also raising against many concerns. I have to do this, I have to finish that, I have to prepare this, I have to complete that, etc. etc.
The list goes on and on. The list does not seem to have an end. Maybe that is why I get lonesome when it rains. They remind me of things that still have to be finished or completed. They remind me of work to be done. They remind me of my limitations, my lack, or my incapability.
The rain’s pitter-patter reminds me of the not so good. They make me think of the worst, of fear, of want, of loneliness, of desertion, of reject, and of neglect.
Funny, they also remind me of some folks, or of some intimates; those that had made me wounded, or indignant; those that made the heart throb; or those that had stung then left unforgettable scars.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, falling softly…