quiescence

I need the rain.

I need the consolation of gentility with connotations of cleansing and renewal...the oft-hackneyed symbolism of the season. I want the wet to seep into my bones and cool me, weigh me down so I lay placid and deep in rest, pouring myself into the shape and feel of my surroundings.
The thoughtlessness of rain, it's dependable unpredictability...it's total simplicity and independence of occurring are sirens to me. The call to simply be, oblivious yet integrated and integral to life around me, is a peace and purity of being that I long for. The dull and relentless banality of trivial concerns and short-term and empty worries buries me in layers of useless spiritual clutter. Would that the rain poured down and swept it away, taking me in the strong embrace of its rhythym and flow to leave me as wide-eyed flotsam somewhere new...