The rain has been coming down for hours now. It's the type of rain that tells you the season of sweltering heat is transforming into one of cool breezes and fun-filled tailgates. It's the type of rain that brings a much needed temperature change. It's the type of rain that coats the air with the promise of change.
As I listen to the droplets of change, it occurs to me that the birth of a new season is one that nature thrives on: the trees, grass, birds, plants and flowers don't seem to fight the change. They've had their four or five months of sumptuous growth, innocent newborns and glorious colors, and now they are happily leaning towards their dormant periods, knowing next year will be a reproduction of a cycle that spans eternity.
It makes me wonder if nature's beautiful acceptance of change is our cue to not fear the same?
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