Drip….drip….drip…

There’s a steady rain falling outside. Not the stormy, go-to-your-safe-place rain, but a soaking spring rain. The kind that replenishes the earth, washing away dust and glistening on the tree leaves and flower petals.

But somewhere nearer, I hear a different dripping. This one glops with a different cadence, suggesting leaky roofs, repair bills, and mold.

I should get up and investigate.

I should get started writing; deadlines are looming.

I should do some housework; dust is making a permanent home on my furniture. And don’t even get me started on the floors.

But even as the sound is a warning, it’s soooo…mesmerizing. Stay…sit…sleep…

As I listen, my hands still on the keyboard and my eyes slowly…start…to…close…

I’m sure there is a life lesson in this…something about being careful…about recognizing the difference between the outpouring of blessing and the illusion of carefree carelessness. A lesson on being alert and not succumbing to the suggestions of the Adversary, whispered soothingly in my ear, to ignore warning signs…or sounds…

I’m sure there is a lesson here…if I could just wake up…