I sat atop one of the large boulders
lining the seawall in the softly falling
rain of a late summer shower.
The waters of the bay reflected the dull
grey of the cloud shadowed sky, broken
only by the occasional sea gull drifting by.
The only sounds to reach my ears
were the slow rolling ripples gently
lapping against the rocky shore,
and the soft tinkling of sprinkling
rain drops into the depths of the
warm welcoming waters.
I watched mesmerized as individual
droplets struck the surface with a
resounding plink and witnessed the
formation of concentric circles joining
circles to form intricate but symmetrical
patterns across the expanse of rippling water,
even as it rolled toward the shore.
And in that moment,
on a boulder by the bay,
with rivulets of rain running
down my face,
I felt connected.
I felt just for that moment...
One with the boulder, with the rain
and the bay.
I felt at peace.