THE BAPTISM

It's 9:00pm on a Tuesday evening. My roommate is at a Bruce Springsteen concert and won't be home until well after midnight. The traffic outside my window has slowed, barely a car an hour is passing by. I finished dinner and leaned back on the couch in my apartment, when it began to rain. Not a hard rain, but a constant rain. I can hear the drops playing their pitch in nature's integrated band - the leaves, the pavement, the window shutter, the air conditioning unit. I feel at peace with the tune. It puts me at ease.

I'm not sure why the rain is so comforting, but it can lull me to sleep in an instant. It's cleansing the world and tomorrow when I awake things will shine a little bit brighter.