I awaken when the weather sings. I do not refer to the times when the weather calls out like a banshee, bringing chaos and despair. I refer to those moments when the rain is meeting my window glass or the wind is gently swaying the tree branches as it transports leaves or snow. I hear these sounds like a voice telling me, “Go. Read. Write. Observe. Nurture your soul.” I hurry to open my blinds. I open my window if the weather permits. I observe. I close my eyes occasionally to listen with more appreciation. I pick up a book that tells me about some spiritual topic, and I read until the inspiration leaves or carries me elsewhere. In our modern world with gadgets and a vast electronic library, perhaps many have a problem in that they do not listen to rain or wind. Maybe if more people took the time to listen to the wind, they could remember to take a deep breath. What I know is that I was watching television this evening when I heard a downpour start. I glanced through the glass door and moments later I knew I had to turn the television off. It was time to open the blinds, light a candle, and read a book. Our shows can be entertaining escapes from reality. Nature can be an awakening to realities that are escapes. Blessed be, y’all.