Monsoon Joy

Last night the sound of rain drops on the window woke me up. I remember a feeling of joy as I drifted back into sleep. I woke up to a landscape that has been sprayed clean of all the dust. Sky appears generous, ready to shower more water on the thirsty land. Wind is still strong but unlike my resentment for the dry dusty wind, I have mixed feelings for this cool, moist monsoon wind. It has brought the moisture and clouds from far away somewhere and I’m thankful for that. But underneath the same feeling of gratitude is annoyance that the wind is taking these clouds somewhere else.

Somewhere in between those two thoughts,  I just feel the moist cool air passing through my hair. Somewhere in between the thoughts I hear the Goldfinches singing. Somewhere in between in those thoughts, my soul dances with joy.