The rain, my friend

The rain is very loud. 

The pouring is incessant. 

Yet it is tranquil and reassuring. 

It is weather. Beautiful weather.  

It is uncontrollable and in control. 

It pushes us to hide, yet we chose not to. 

Instead we build a tarpaulin shelter, to huddle under.

It brings us together. It forces closeness and nearness. 

We don't need it, but we gladly take it. 

It brings joy and laughter. It causes us to run. To be fast. 

And suddenly it subsides. There is stillness where there was pounding. 

There are rain drops where there were showers. 

There is blue sky, where there was grey. 

Goodbye my friend. Come back soon.

You have been good to us.

It won't be long, but we will equally enjoy your absence. 

Location: Anglesey, North Wales, Yurt 1.