Rain

I wonder why rain makes one slow down. Well maybe not everybody; rain rejuvenated Hemingway, and it foreshadowed new beginnings in his novels as a result. Just the physical inconvenience of carrying an umbrella or a raincoat is a slowing down of sorts. Rain makes you reflect on things which you've pushed into the backwaters of your brain. It forces you to recognize the existence of the grey in life. Alas, all is not bright and beautiful about you! April showers may not mean May flowers necessarily. There is a pervasive sluggishness in the surrounding; almost as if everything around was in a slow FF mode. The earth has pulled up at a rain station and the occupants on earth simply watch in respectful silence as the earthmobile quenches its thirst.