Ever woken up hearing plink! plink! splash, drip drip drip, coming from the nearby window. Such a soothing sound. So quiet in your darkened room, snuggled under the coverlet. You lie there and listen . . . drip, slash, plink, plink, drip. It begins to have a rhythm . . . (three short plinks) . . . plink, plink, plink . . . (lower pitched) slash . . . (two shorts) . . . plink, plink, (and a plonk) . . . drip. It's been awhile since you've heard rain, such a comforting sound in a dry season.
In the early morning, you go to the window and look out, looking down on the garden plot. More splash, drip drip drip. This is a promising sound, saying: "Come on! Here we go!" . . . it promises things like "Go! Be green!" The promise of a future --"Go! Be fruitful". You hear it calmly rolling in waves of hopefulness. And whether it is a fruitful garden that you want, or it is a fruitful future life, the question today is: Do you believe that things are going to change and get "green"? Wondering what that "greenness" will look like? Visualizing a new beginning today . . .