On the day I painted this, I was awaken by music of the falling rain hitting ever so softly on the skylight in my bedroom.
The rhythm of rain like the sound of music etching beats in my memories and brushing colors over me. The lullaby luring me back to sleep.
Rain falling gentle and soft so unlike the thunderstorms that bring winds and blinding rain moving so strong against the trees and roofs it takes your breath away. The lightning striking so close it lights up the sky miles and miles away revealing it’s powerful force; no lullaby does it play. It comes down like a rock concert reverberating hard core beats and screaming guitar sounds that prompt me to cover my ears. Too much noise.
Today the rain was whispering music to me inspiring me to mix and load my palette knife and brushes with the colors you see in this painting.
I am thankful for this rainy morning that inspired my heart to create the colors the rain revealed to me.
There is so much the rain does and often goes unnoticed. Of course it gives water to our planet earth. We cannot survive without it. Perhaps the smell of rain has gone unnoticed or how green everything looks after a spring rain. May I not forget the blessing of the rain and may I begin to see things that I did not see before this new awareness of the soft and gentle rain dancing on the skylight.
Martha