As the rain hits the earth outside my window I can't help but wonder if the drops fall willingly from the heavens or grasp for more time with the clouds. Do the drops cling to the skies? Are they ready for the quickly approaching earth or scared of the certain collision. I can't help but imagine the peace that would accompany an absolute surrender to letting go. The calm that would embody willingly falling.
Today the rain acts as a brilliant reminder to let go.
