Rain on stone

There is a certain kind of rain that does not ask for attention. It just arrives, softens the edges of everything, and turns the ordinary world into something quieter.

Stone changes first. Then the trees. Then the air.

I like those moments because they remind me that not all change announces itself loudly.

Some things become different by being touched gently for long enough.

A small note, perhaps, but a useful one: what softens you also shapes you.

“Attention is the beginning of devotion.”

– Mary Oliver