In the Spring the rains came and gently caressed the roof, especially the tin strips along the edges of the roof of our aging Victorian house. As I sat in my room at my writing desk doing homework, I would pause and listen to the drops as they made contact and splashed in all directions.
In the Summer as I sat at my desk and wrote, the torrential rains would come. Like a gale on the high seas the downpour would be all-encompassing.
Like a ship, the windows were closed. The hatches were locked to keep out the rain as it was driven by the hot winds.
In many ways the Spring or Summer rains on the roof tin would add a morsel of music. Pausing, I would imagine being on a deck of a sailing vessel as it roamed the seven seas with rains beating as well as cleansing the deck.
Perhaps, rain on tin awakens a submerged memory in our DNA. Water is the essential element of earth and all its life forms.
Without water we would perish as would all fauna and flora on this planet traversing the cosmos. Our world is a water world of grandeur and mystery.
As far as we have determined, there is no other world like ours in our solar system. Perhaps, out there beyond our Sol system there exists a myriad of water worlds where life flourishes and thrives.
Recently I came across a piece of music. Its title is RAINDROPS TO A BANANA LEAF.
It is played on a guzheng or zheng, an ancient Chinese stringed instrument. It is part of the family of zithers.
There’s an old story associated with this instrument:
The Chinese character for “zheng” is composed of two parts: the upper part means “bamboo” and the lower part is “argue” . According to a legend, there was a master of se, a 25-stringed zither, who had two talented daughters who loved playing the instrument. Now there came a time that the master became too old, and wanted to pass his instrument over to one of them. However, both daughters wanted to have it. The master felt very sad that he had only one instrument, and in the end, out of desperation, he decided to split the instrument into two—one daughter got 12 strings, and the other 13. To his amazement, the new instruments sounded mellow and even more beautiful than the original. The happy master gave the new instrument a new name “zheng” by making up the character with the symbolisms representing “bamboo” and “argue”.
I have never heard raindrops on a banana leaf, but the sound must be of equal quality to raindrops on tin, and far less boisterous. Regardless, for raindrops on any material object, the key is to listen.
Too many times in our hustle and bustle of daily existence, we fail to take a few moments to pause and to listen to raindrops, the wind, voices, etc. Meditation is a lost art of our techno-society.
The ancients, our progenitors, took time to listen to the raindrops. Rain refreshed the earth and provided the rare ingredient for plants to grow.
The mysteries of the natural cycles are embedded in the processes in which this planet survives. Perhaps, embedded in all life forms there is a string of raindrops of cosmic harmonies which tune us into the faint whispers of the cosmic orchestra.
And just perhaps, somewhere embedded in our chromosomes there is that faint remembrance when
7 When the kokhvei boker sang together, and all the Bnei Elohim shouted for joy? Iyov 38:7 Orthodox Jewish Bible (OJB)
Translated it means:
When the morning stars were singing together and all the sons of God shouted for joy? Job 38:7 Lexham English Bible (LEB)
Singing stars? Sons of Elohim shouting for joy? Dawn of creation?
Take time each day to listen to the music of life. If you find yourself in a house with a tin roof or in a hayloft in a barn, relax and close your eyes as you listen to the natural melody of the raindrops.
It may add a bit of zest to your life—a natural boost of appreciation for the time of life which you have on this orb hanging in the infinite majesty of the cosmos. Take time to bathe in the starlight of night or the argentous beams of earth’s companion satellite.
There’s something magical about stardust and moonlight. For in their particles is embedded the song of creation from eons ago. Listen to the song.
G. D. Williams © 2014