I remember rainy Saturdays at the 601 house. The TV was now off as there were just the ball games on and the cartoons were over. I was so lethargic then, tamas overpowering me for long stretches of time. I remember that soft, warm couch where you could stretch out, long and free. Everyone else, at least 13, were off somewhere else, although I could sense mom's energy as she worked to maintain the harmony and lifestyle we were accustomed to.
Then, it would rain, warm cooling rain would turn the humidity from 90's something to about 60. I felt alive and communed with that rain, experienced it deeply in oneness.