Entry #2- Risking the Rain

Date- September 21, 2013
Time- Around 2PM
Weather- Rainy, damp, cool

Picture of the Lake

I walked by the lake, with my reliable little umbrella above my head, shielding me from the raindrops falling from the sky. I laughed to myself as I imagined what I must look like, a girl at the park when it’s pouring down rain, walking around with an umbrella in one hand and a notebook in the other. A quick glance around the park revealed two other people who braved the rain, they sat on a bench under the pavilion which surprised me, because it was not the typical sunny day to spend at the park.

The raindrops hitting the lake's surface

The sky appeared much different from my last visit; it looked white as chalk, with no color and no clouds. I felt emptiness inside, sadness, much like the sky feels without any color, without any clouds, without the sunshine. At this time of year, I always feel a little gloomy with the end of summer.  I glanced down and noticed the rain hit the surface of the lake, creating a pattern of circle-like shapes, like a patchwork quilt covering the water.



I took some pictures of the scenery, and noticed a tree, with a few red leaves, painted early by Fall's strokes of color. Besides the red leaves and a few wildflowers, the scenery lacked color, with only the green trees against the white sky. This small pop of color brightened its surroundings, and it filled me with hope. I reflected on feelings, and how one minute I can feel peace and joy inside, and then the next moment I can feel sadness inside. Our world is constantly changing, never standing still, just like I am always changing, evolving, and growing. No matter how terrible I feel at certain moments, I know these feelings will pass. Hope always remains inside, as the flowers, trees, and animals go through a rough winter, they emerge in the spring renewed and splendid.




I did not notice as many creatures roaming the wilderness like my last visit, most likely caused by the rain. However, I spotted a flock of ducks, most likely the same ones I saw last time, floating across the water, effortlessly and peacefully. The rain and lack of sunshine did not seem to hinder their agendas for the day; they carried on just like they would if the sun shined down. As I reflect on the amazing resilience of these ducks and nature as a whole, I am reminded I too come from Mother Earth, I am part of nature, and I too possess


Wildflowers

amazing resilience to the ever changing seasons of my life.