Drawing rainfall,
Letting go drop by drop.
Take a moment to arrive here.
Find a comfortable position with your pen or pencil resting loosely in your hand.
Let your shoulders drop a little.
Inhale,
Inhale deeply and exhale through your mouth,
Slow and audible like a sigh.
One more time,
Inhale deeply and slowly exhale as if you're letting out the stale air that's been sitting in the corners of your day.
Notice your breath as it settles,
Inhaling and exhaling,
Each breath a small act of clearing.
Imagine you're sitting by an open window,
The air cool and fresh.
Outside it's raining,
Not heavy,
Just steady,
The kind that softens edges and hushes noise.
Let that sound move through your mind,
That gentle rhythm of release.
Rain has a way of washing away what the earth no longer needs.
It doesn't ask permission,
It simply falls.
Sometimes emotions build in the same way,
Thick clouds,
Unspoken tension,
A quiet internal ache.
We often try to hold them back,
But like weather,
They're meant to move through.
Today you'll draw the rain,
Not to capture it perfectly,
But to let your body echo its rhythm.
Each mark will be a droplet,
Each droplet a letting go.
Ask yourself quietly,
What could I allow to fall away today?
There's no need for words or answers,
Just keep that question resting in the background.
Begin by drawing slow vertical lines across your page.
Let the pen glide downward,
Like raindrops tracing a window.
Don't worry about spacing or direction,
Some lines may bend,
Others break.
That's fine,
Real rain isn't uniform.
Add some drop shapes,
Some dots,
Some circles,
Shorter lines,
Dashes,
Whatever comes to mind,
Whatever represents rain for you.
Breathe in as your pen rises,
And exhale as it falls down your page.
Lift your pen up,
Inhale.
Place your pen down,
Drawing,
And exhale.
Exhale.
It's a natural rhythm.
Vary the strokes,
Some are shorter,
Some are longer.
Maybe the rain shifts with the wind,
Your hand can too.
You might notice tension in your fingers,
A small urge to control perhaps.
Try softening your grip,
Let gravity do more of the work.
If your mind drifts,
Bring it back to the sound of rain in your imagination,
Or to the sound of your pen brushing the paper.
Every stroke is a small release.
Pause for a moment.
Notice the pattern taking shape,
Lines layering,
Perhaps criss-crossing,
All forming quiet movement on the page.
How does it feel to see your page filling with these falling gestures?
Begin to add small circular ripples near the bottom of the page,
Like raindrops landing in puddles.
Let them overlap,
Let them expand,
Each ripple widening out,
Breath by breath.
You might imagine the rain easing now,
Turning from steady fall to soft mist.
Your lines can grow lighter,
Smaller,
More spacious.
Notice how your hand naturally slows.
This drawing doesn't have to mean anything,
But if you want you can let each droplet carry something away.
A thought,
A heaviness,
A self-criticism you have outgrown.
Watch it dissolve into the rhythm of the page,
Into the puddles.
Now set your pen down,
Take a long deep breath in,
And a longer breath out.
Notice what's shifted,
Even slightly.
Look at your page,
The traces of movement,
The small release of rain on paper.
There's nothing dramatic,
But there's something real.
Maybe you feel clearer,
Maybe just a bit quieter.
Either way,
The rain has done its work.
You can return to this simple practice any time.
When your thoughts start to swirl,
Or your emotions feel heavy,
Just draw the rain.
Drop,
By clarifying drop.
