Pondering question of Life, is the answer found in simplicity?

I am listening to rain:  I can hear the ping of the drops as they hit the hard parched earth.  I can hear the whistling of the wind as it zooms in between the drops.  From my view, I know how beneficial the rain is.  From the view of the hard parched earth, it sounds as if receiving the rain hurts.

I can hear the thunder, in the distance, rolling closer as a drummer reverberating from the distance to the proximal closeness.  And as a background to the drum roll there is the sound of the rain.

I can smell the rain.  I smell the dirt, the newly moistened dust float in the air on the bed of the lavender misted in the room.   The two join in harmony as they enter my sense of smell.


I can can see the clouds, seemingly stationary, bottoms violet blue laden with water and the tops wispy white.   If I shift my eyes ever so slightly, I can see the slightest of movement.

What is fully experienced in this moment?  Rain, welcomed rain.

From where I am, I miss the advantage of taste and touch.   My rational mind knows I could move and possibly taste.   My rational mind tells me I could move and possibly touch, until the a most delicate touch of the rain wafts  thru my open screen, pushing at my bare foot.

At this moment, Life is rain, welcomed rain.

And as I relax and  stretch to experience this rain, this welcomed rain, my thoughts are filled with questions of Life.  What is Life?  And for this moment that question is answered simply..... Life is the experience of rain, welcomed rain.  Is Life then experience in sufficiency?  If Life were to stop at this moment, is this the satisfying whole?  And 99% of me says yes,  it is whole.  Why am I not complete in my acceptance?