When the Word Whispsers, "Let Go"

Warm winter rain tap, taps against my window. 

Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Slow, melodic awakenings bid my drowsy mind's attention.

Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

They build, crescendo. 

Tappity tap. Tappity tap. Tappity tap. Tappity tap. Tappity tap. 

And slow.

Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Nature's untimely lullaby. 

Winter disguised as early spring.  

We live within these unpredictable, uncontrollable forces and yet we try to reign them in - east to west, north to south. We study them, predict their next move, realign our lives in hopes they'll give in to our demands. And always, we stand bewildered against nature's ways-powerless and silent.

Then out of nowhere,  a soft zephyr blows - whispers, "Let go."

(Pssst! I'm over here today. Pull on your goloshes and splash through the puddles with me? Click on the highlighted word above and we'll land there together).