The high summer heat that has persisted into September is punctuated today by cool temperatures and clouds. The rain falls gently but steadily, causing the leaves on the trees to sway in the morning light. The maple in the front yard acts as an umbrella under which I sit, feeling protected and safe as if surrounded by a shield of light. There will be no gardening today. Instead, it is a day to sit and read, sipping coffee, pausing often to contemplate the words. I find I need the rain as much as the trees and flowers. It is like a rest in the song of life, allowing a new phrase to surface and take shape. I become an instrument in this verse as the leaves dance to the beat of the rain, losing my self in the rhythm of the music, Holy in this moment.