Mountain Rain

There is something about mountain rain. It is a softer, more tranquil rain, so soothing to the soul. Hypnotic almost in its ebb and flow, it can be almost snow-like in its quietude. I can sit for hours, drinking coffee and listening to it splashing on the tree leaves.

Despite a forecast to the contrary, it's been raining off and on all day today. My weather station says nearly an inch has fallen in total. The gentle rain has cast its spell on me and I've done absolutely nothing this day ... except read and sleep and listen to the rain. A day like that is good for a body from time to time.

What makes mountain rain different is a mystery to me. Maybe it is because we are often in, or nearly so, the cloud producing the rain and the drops haven't far to fall. Indeed, sometimes on days like this a mist of droplets barely visible to the eye falls between the showers. Then again, perhaps there is nothing different at all about mountain rain except one's attitude.

What makes the difference doesn't really matter. It is mountain rain all the same.

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