Rain and dharma and coffee
I am sitting at my desk, looking to world getting soaked by the summer rain.
Sun hasn't come up yet so it's the time for me to write a little.
But my mind wanders driven by the sound of the rain. It falls down to earth and it's real. It gets you wet, it makes puddles and gives life to everything. Even if you run to cover from it, odds are that your feet will end up soaked.
No matter what you do, rain covers it all. It's there, it's real and you can't avoid it.
And I realize it's all I need.
Rain behaves like the Four Noble Truths.
Rain is life. Just like the dharma.
I sip my coffee. [coffee]