I love the way rain changes and distorts the world, softening lines and colours, washing away outlines, rendering shapes in generalisations and approximations…
Most nights when I practice tai chi, I light citronella candles, because it’s entrancing to watch the light flickering and dancing among the branches of our mango tree, which overshadows the little courtyard at the side of our house.
Last night it was raining heavily, and I almost decided to skip the practice session. However, I have only just started learning tai chi, and I felt guilty about letting the elements discourage me from being a diligent student.
So, into the storm I went…
It turned out to be a refreshing and invigorating experience. For forty or so minutes I moved slowly through the forms I have been taught, with rain water coursing down my face and soaking my clothes. By the time I was finished I was drenched, but a hot shower and some dry clothes later, and I was glad I had persisted.
It looks like the rain is here to stay for a few days, so probably tonight I will go out into the storm again.
Murray @ Midnight
The photography of Alex Prager.
It’s raining here at the moment. I love the smell of those first drops as they settle the dust. I love the sound of it drumming against the tin roof of our garage. I love the rain because it eases my mind and relaxes me and makes me smile. And I love the more subtle colors of the world when heavy clouds fill the sky.
Number 88 in our series of “People Kissing Other People In Rural Settings“:
The Discarded Umbrella
…others just get wet.
– Roger Miller