There is a specific kind of magic when the Texas rain starts falling on the river right as the sun dips low.

I was just about to head inside when the clouds finally gave way, turning the air sweet and heavy with that scent of wet limestone and cedar. I decided to stay put on my old cedar bench, watching the raindrops dance across the surface of the water like a thousand tiny silver bells. It’s funny how the world slows down when you stop trying to outrun the weather and just let yourself get a little bit damp.
My tie-dye wrap is soaked through at the shoulders, but my heart feels light as a feather watching the cypress trees drink their fill. This river has a way of washing away the day's noise if you sit still enough to listen. I’m sending a little bit of this cool, quiet peace out to all of you tonight. Where are you findin' your stillness as the day winds down?