On our last full day enjoying the Garden Island of Kauai, we took a chartered catamaran cruise along the coast. Whales, dolphins, and sea turtles were spotted throughout the morning and we delighted in the opportunity to snorkel off the boat in a beautiful coral reef. It was the highlight of our trip.
At one point on the cruise we were warned that the vessel was about to pass through a pocket of heavy rain. In an effort to stay dry, everyone deserted the upper deck and made their way under cover. I, however, did not. I was the lone person to remain in the open air. For some strange reason, I wanted to feel the rain.
As the clouds loomed overhead, it started as a drizzle and then began to pour. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply, and felt every drop as it showered my body. It was invigorating, even exhilarating; it stimulated my senses, giving me energy. Though I didn’t act on my impulse, I had an odd longing to stand up with outstretched arms and repeatedly shout, “I’m alive! I’m alive!”
Seeing as my life journey has entailed a long season of metaphorical rain, I found the literal rain to be curiously enticing. Yet, what surprised me most, with this Kauai downpour, was that the more intensely the drops pelted my flesh, the more alive I felt.
Likewise, I perceive that my current monsoon is pelting that which had become dull and listless in me and stimulating new life.