I went for a walk today with my beloved guide dog, Skye-Bear. It was drizzling, but that didn’t matter. We were heading for our favorite trail just beyond the end of our street. The stream had been dry during the summer and the bed had been littered with leaves and debris. I remember wondering last time how the water would ever be able to negotiate it’s path through such a mess. Today, I was thrilled to hear the familiar sound of my stream as it flowed through the bed, miraculously cleared of its debris.

I sat on my thinking log as Skye-Bear trudged through the woods looking for critters to chase and smells to identify. Large rain drops began to descend. I closed my eyes and listed to the sound of the rain falling on spent leaves and merging with the creek flowing beneath me. Funny how the song of nature’s familiar sounds can soothe even the most tired heart. Feeling slightly more rejuvenated, I breathed in deep. The earthy scent of fall leaves nourishing the earth comforted my soul. Slowly, I began feeling my connection with the Father and all of his creations. Like magic, my troubles, fears, and worries melted away with each drop of rain. I imagined them being washed away with the stream. Sometimes the best that life offers is available for free; we just need to look, sense, and listen.

Feeling quite content, we decided to make our way down to our dock on the Hood Canal. The rain was falling hard and steady now, singing a song that only my soul could recognize. The sensation was akin to an Angel’s hug. Skye-Bear ran to the end of the dock, chasing the birds away from my sitting spot. Sometimes, the seals come and play for us, but not today.

I glanced down at the water. Light danced upon it like tiny faeries, desperately grasping to the last moment of independence before merging into the water as one; the sound of it soothing my spirit with familiarity and truth.

The rain continued to pour from the heavens, drenching both Skye-Bear and me to the bone. Then, my husband’s sagacious words entered my mind: "Rain is really nothing more than recycled water, so in a sense, some of it is Moses’ pee." Yep—that’s my man; wise beyond his years. It was time to go home.