RaindropSo my laptop says it is 3:44am. I really don’t know why I am still awake. I have been having frequent bouts with insomnia but I don’t think it is stress-related. The projects I have at work are moving along nicely and there aren’t any inter-personal conflicts. I’m not in class this semester so I’m not stressed over a paper. So I’m at a loss for why I’m sitting here wide awake.

One bonus to still being awake is I got to listen to the rain. There is something about storms and hearing the rain fall that brings back memories. I think back to when I was a kid and we would go out and play in the rain. Feeling the wet grass under my feet. Hearing the thunder roll in the distance. Or to just sit inside and watch the rain fall and see how things changed. Those hot summer afternoons that were interrupted by a much needed shower. Maybe I’m weird but there is something therapeutic about rain.

I remember one day in particular. I was spending the summer in Mexico as a summer missionary. It was a Saturday and the family I was staying with had left for the day. I woke up late and could smell the rain in the air. The house was quiet except for the sound of the rain outside. I had been having a hard time adjusting to culture shock. That morning helped me slow down and not worry about the problems I was having.