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Rain… I can hear it beat a steady rhythm on the roof and watch as rivulets cascade down the skylights. I have tests to grade and books to review, a house to tidy up and supply with food and drink for the week ahead. There is a new week of lessons to dream up, tweak, read and think about. There are clothes that need to be laundered, picked up, packed away. Somewhere, there is a list detailing all of the above and the order in which it must be accomplished.
But, now there is the rain. The pitter pattering is punctuated with swooshing and slushing cars, when it is quiet I can hear the snow crackling – melting away in streams and puddles. Rain in runnels streak the windows, and course down the porch roof. It clings to branches, glittering like so many crystals in the weak morning light.
Time has slowed, and I fee myself drawn into the rhythm of rain.