Cold and wet and raining and shi is slightly calmed by it.
It was hir intention to make a private garden space for meditating/magick under the rain when I moved into this place, but plans and energy for that quickly disintegrated after the housing situation soured. Rain basking is critically important to me, but the past few years I have had only the rare occasion where both precipitation and privacy needs are met.
My soul feels weathered from neglect. The sound of the rain is a comfort, but I would do much better with a moment underneath it and away from prying eyes. It's highly conductive to phantom shifting and mental shifting, which in turn affords me a moment without as much pain and a fair degree more lucudity.
For now I'll just have to take walks under it where I can, which is not as peaceful but still helps.
