essays on suffering and awakening

Suddenly, the rain comes

So many Southern California days are the same: blue sky, warm breeze, sun, a lazy cloud. Occasionally two.

Beautiful, yes. Unrelenting, yes. Is even paradise still paradise after a thousand days?

Then, suddenly, the rain comes. Even the sky seems caught by surprise and the whole city can’t help but pause to breathe deep the ripe smell in the air. Thunder booms and the freeways slow to a crawl as the heavens open up and for a moment, the desert becomes a garden.

All that was old is new. Then the rain ends and the sun shines again.

Ian Cooper