Today I woke up to the sound of rain hitting my window. It was like waking up in a lucid dream; I moved around in my bed, but felt distant from myself at the same time. The sound of water smacking my window continued. “Wake up,” it said to me. Despite the fact that I was inside, safe from the touch of nature, the rain resonated in my room different than any time before. The hour was early, about 5 o’clock. I had only been asleep for 45 minutes, but this rain… this rain woke me up and communicated to me. It told me everything I needed to hear, even if just for that moment.
I recalled the rain storms in Panama, and how no matter how thick the walls, you could never escape the sound the rain. I remembered the renewal of myself under the raindrops; the voice of the thunder beating around me. Maybe this was a gentle reminder that no matter where I go, home will always be with me. That on any one day, one hour, one minute, I will find myself back where I truly feel in touch.
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