Chasing the shadows of rain

It's dark, cold and wet. Winter is setting in and the rain is here now, gone are the summer days, the warm rays of sunshine that kiss your skin. The cool breeze that blows through on a late afternoon to provide that much needed respite from the gruelling sun. The pavement is no longer hot to walk but is replaced with water.

It's peaceful, the sound of rain falling to the ground. The weather now better to have someone to embrace in a warm hug, the kind that keeps the chill away. The serenity rain brings as if it is here to wash away the hurt, the pain and lay down a clean path a head. A new beginning but just a continuation of time and space.

At times, hard to see, hard to capture. My eyes see the tiny droplets hit the ground and bounce but in the absence of light does it exist? No shadow is cast as the rain falls to earth washing away the days pain. As if a magical experience operating on its own consensus. Alienating us from pain and suffering. There but not, visible but invisible both at the same time, it continues.

Mother earth glistening in all her might as she draws in the rain, bathing in its healing presence. She was hot, dry, dirty until this moment. What appeared to be hard and jaggered is now soft and smooth. A welcome invitation and a false sense of safety. You slip and fall cautious slippery when wet.

But yet, no shadow is seen as the rain continues to fall.

A fire casts a shadow even when it produces light, it's flames blocking light from getting through yet rain, void of surface as the complete opposite to fire retracts the light and provides no evidence of itself.

Yet here we are, knowing it is falling, knowing its presence, knowing that if we venture out we'll get wet. Is it a trick to get us out? To lure us out to wash away our days pain?

Where rain does not produce a shadow it glows, it reflects and it shines. Like a glistening gemstone, a spiders silk Web it is there. Sparkling bright without a shadow. As we pan across its surface it is not there, it's shadow. As if it is missing its soul or its life eccense, it is life's eccense. Water.

Without it we can not live, the animals, the plants too can not live. Yet it gives no birth to a shadow. As if consuming light and producing its own glitter. It's strike to the ground, a slight bounce where more glittering raindrops bounce and shine.

How is it that a shadow can not be seen? Even a pain of glass creates a light shadow upon its walls. Unable to completely prevent light it magnifies and darkens the light it absorbs. Yet rain, rain you can chase for hours and not find its shadow.

Is something in existence without a shadow truly in existence?

I spent my night chasing the shadows of rain, but I did not find any.