Peaceful Easy Feeling

It's was 6:45pm and rain was coming, you could smell it. I was sitting on my front porch, on the steps, not in the chair that I usually sit in. I was just back from another weekend away. Away from Charlie, away from the house. It was so quiet, it's always quiet on this street. There was still some sunlight left that was coming through the dogwood tree on the right side of the yard. The glare is harsh when I'm in my chair, it's quite a different view on the steps. It's soft light, not light that you get warmth from. It's a tired light, one that has been out all day working hard and is ready to retire for the evening. I glance at the dogwood, full with green leaves that haven't turned or begun to fall to the ground. Does it know that spring is nearly over? How much will it change in the next month, I look forward to seeing those changes.
The sun is all but gone and the clouds slowly move together. It feels thick outside, not humid so much as the feeling you get when you know that rain is near. A drop hits one of the leaves on my camellias, it sounded thick, I turn quickly as if turning fast enough will let me see the rain fall. "Big 'ol fat rain," I think to myself. It amazes me how your thoughts change when milestones occur in your life. I look forward to the rain knowing that it will water my grass and plants today, not me.
The rain comes faster, I have to move from my step that I have found so nice and peaceful. It's the kind of rain you want to play in. No thunder, no lightening, just rain. It's night time now, I cannot focus on the leaves on the trees, or the pine straw on the ground. Standing on my front porch I blink over and over, but the night has come and all is dark. I have a peaceful, easy feeling.
Back in my chair, my outlook changes. My thoughts are faster, more scattered. Ideas race through my head as if it's there one chance to be seen. I notice the change and try to get back to my calm easy feeling. Breath in, and out, in, and out. Work, files, bricks, how many?, where?, Charlie, grass, rain, wind, I am flooded. I look to my step to ask how do you do it? It's wet and little puddles have begun to form on top of it. I may have sat there all night if I wasn't forced to move by the lingering plops of rain. Plop. Splish-splash. Ping. Bring on the rain! My peaceful, easy feeling will come another day.