I've spent a good deal of the day today just sitting and listening to it rain. It's been a constant drone throughout the day, and I find it very relaxing. Soothing, even. Other sounds have come and gone, the heater clicks on and off, the refrigerator purrs in the background for a while, the fans in my computer breathe in and out from time to time, but the gentle din of the rain has remained. But even that too will change soon enough, as it shifts to snow and leaves behind only echoes of the white noise it filled the day with.
This got me thinking a lot about change. How the one thing I, we, any of us, cannot change is change itself. Change is unchanging.
I'm growing to slowly accept that my life is always going to be in a state of flux. It always has, and it always will. Even the things I count on as constants-family, friends, whatever-will all leave my life eventually, just as new things will enter it. Life is a series of paths, intertwining and embracing for a time, then moving on to seduce other paths in other places away from ours. I'm still very far from where I'm ready to embrace said change, but I've taken the step of understanding and am working through acceptance now, so I will arrive there some day.
So I'm going to look forward to the rain shifting to snow. I'll miss the sound of the rain, but there is such beauty in a fresh snowfall that I'll take that into my soul for a time to fill the gap.