Saturday night, I rolled the car windows down while it was raining. Listened as the droplets gently thudded the windshield. Invited the wind to rush in and meet my ears, creating music like no musician can.
For the first time in a long while, I heard thunder. Not just the rumbling noise. But the soft, subtle sound of reverberation, as it touched the sky, the asphalt, the buildings.
It was a gentle and beautiful reminder that this is the stuff life is made of. Water and air. Ether. Earth and fire. Things that were here long before us and will no doubt survive us.
Even with the many distractions at our fingertips, never does it cease to surprise me: What captivates us most is not shaped by the hands and minds of mankind.
So listen. It brings a peace like not much else can.
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