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Audio engineering is by Bob Woodersheim. We are bringing you an on-court episode tonight, meaning that this story originally aired at some point in the past. It could have been recorded with different equipment and a different location, and since I'm a person and not a computer, I sometimes sound just slightly different, but the stories
are always soothing and family-friendly, and our wishes for you are always deep-brast and sweet
dreams. I have a story to tell you, it is a soft place to rest your mind, and just by listening, a condition of reliable response in your nervous system to fall asleep and return to sleep
Easily.
This is a form of brain training, so be patient if you are new to this.
“I'll read the story twice, and I'll go a little slower the second time through.”
If you wake again later in the night, think back through any part of the story you can remember, or just push play again. Our story tonight is called Rain on the Lake, and it's a story about a sudden arrival of drops and dark clouds on a spring afternoon, but it's also about a broach in a jewelry box, smell of rain mixing with lake water, mist, and lamp slid in the darkness, memories
of rainbows, and row boats, and taking grass as showers move across the horizon.
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You, as much as any other soul in the universe, deserve rest and relaxation. To feel safe and cared for, so let my voice be a sort of guardian. My stories will watch over you as you sleep, take a slow breath in through your nose, and slide it out, do one more breath in, and really set good, rain on the lake. I thought all I wanted was sunshine, after a long monochrome winter, the ice and snow,
and sky, all mirroring each other. I thought I only wanted to see bright, golden sunbeams, and velvety green yards, and bluebirds.
When I heard the rain falling on the roof this afternoon, and felt the clouds...
in, I softened.
Relaxing in a way I hadn't lately.
“I'd been pottering around the house, following one small chore to another.”
A sweater laid over the back of a dining room chair, led me up to the closet, where I'd started to sort through a jewelry box, but found a broken broach, and a watch and need of a new battery. They'd let me back downstairs, to stash them in my purse, and the hoax side remembered to
take them to the repair shop on my next trip into town.
Then the kitchen, I tipped the dregs of the last pot of coffee down the drain, and rinsed
“the craft, then wandered into the living room, with a dust cloth, to wipe down the bookshelf,”
framed photos on the mantle. That's when the light began to change, and the rain sounded on the roof. I walked over to the window, with a frame, when a cloth still in hand, and looked down toward
the lake, the bright colors of spring were shaded over by thick clouds, but rather than
dimming my mood, felt like a relief, like a cool cloth, over tired eyes, more than a brinkle, not quite a storm, solid shower, was spreading over the lake. And I became mesmerized, watching the surface of the water, ripple and shimmer as it came
“down, and I remember its swimming in the rain as a kid.”
On days that had started out as hot and sunny, when a sudden shift of clouds would block out the bright day, when rain drops fell all around me. On summer we'd had a little inflatable boat, just big enough for me and my friend from down the street, to fit into. We'd paddle around in the shallow water, pretending to be explorers, adventurers, discovering
unknown species, fish, and foul. On days that the rain came, we'd bail out of the boat and flip it over. We'd swim under it, and our heads poking up into the bubble of air, trapped beneath the inverted seats, where voices echoed funnily in the small space, and we'd been full of jokes that only made sense to us.
The sound of the rain on the keel made me feel cozy and safe, even while we stood just deep in water. At some point a parent would begin backing us out of the lake, telling us to come wrap up in a towel, and wait for the rain to pass over. By then the water felt warmer than the air, and we'd stall, and we'd sew a few more minutes
into the deal. If the weather changed quickly, a rainbow might spread across the sky.
Something that seemed so much like magic, I'd stare at it with a bit of skept...
if it were a joke, that would be revealed as such at some point.
“All of these thoughts had passed through my head, and a few seconds, watching the rainfall”
on the lake. I found I wanted to get closer, to feel the air, to smell the lake as the drops came down, and I stepped out onto the back porch in my slippers.
It was screened in, and had just recently had its spring cleaning.
The wicker chairs and tables were wiped down, and the cushions laundered and plumped.
“I realized I still held the photo and cloth from my dusting and set them on a table, and went”
close to the screens, a fine mist of water landed on my glasses and cheeks when I laughed. I pulled my glasses from my face and wiped the lenses on my shirt, but stayed close to
the screens, liking the cool touch of the rain and the scent of the lake.
Like a smell moss and waterlogged tree trunks, and the distance the sky was even darker, and I thought the shower might actually become a storm, that lightning and thunder might literally be on the horizon. I wasn't cold, not yet at least, and I walked along the length of the porch, peering closely at the flower beds, drinking up all this good water, then into the reedy line
at the edge of the lake, where I spotted a long-laked egress, bright white against the green and grey of the water. It was the experience of a bird or fish on a day like today. A few have ever seen a horse running unrestrained on a beach, then you know the joy that animals can take in movement, and I wondered what it might be like.
To soar near a rainbow, or to swim just below the surface, as gentle rain fell, sound of the rain rushing down suddenly doubled, and a gust of cooler wind raced through the screens. All right then, I thought, enough, I'll go back in, I picked up the frame and my dust cloth, and stepped back into the house, pulling the door to the porch tightly
“behind me. I remember to window open in a room on the second floor, rushed up the stairs”
to nudged closed, small puddles lay on the sill, and I used my cloth to mop them up. On the way back down, I switched on a few lamps. My lights, the gloom, that the storm had brought, but I also liked a bit of glow here and there. I think I was revisiting that
Feeling of being under the boat in the rain.
in a sea of something bigger. My dropped, my now damp dust cloth, down the laundry
“shoot, and set the photo on the mantle. If I tried, I knew I could come up with more”
tasks to attend to. But just now, the sound of the rain, the blotted out sun, the flash
of lightning, on the far edge of the lake. They all seemed to back in me to my favorite
spot on the sofa. We tossed along blanket over me as I stretched out, turning on to one
“side, pulling a throw pillow under my head. I'd wondered about the joy of animals in”
movement. And now I thought of them at rest, a scourry of squirrels, cutled together in the
knot of a tree, utter cubs, napping on the bellies of their parents. All of us, letting the rain fall around us as we slept. Rain on the lake, I thought all I wanted was sunshine.
“After a long monochrome winter, the ice, and snow, and sky, all mirroring each other.”
I thought I only wanted to see bright golden sunbeams, velvety green lawns, and blu-birds. But when I heard the rain falling on the roof this afternoon, and felt the clouds closing in, my softened, relaxing in a way I hadn't lately. I'd been pottering around the house, blowing one small chore to another. A sweater laid over the back of a dining room chair, and me up into the closet, where I'd started to sort through a jewelry box. I'd found
a broken broach, and a watch, and need of a new battery. They'd led me back downstairs, to stash them in my purse, and the hopes I'd remembered to take them to the repair shop, on my next trip into town. In the kitchen, I'd tipped the drags of the last part of coffee down the drain, and rinsed the caraf, and wandered into the living room, with a dustcloth to wipe down the bookshelf, and framed photos on the mantle. That's when the light began
to change, and the rain sounded on the roof. I walked over to the window, with a frame and
The cloth still in hand, and looked down toward the lake.
over by thick clouds, but rather than dimming my mood, it felt like a relief, like a cool
cloth, over tired eyes, more than a sprinkle, not quite a storm. A solid shower was spreading over the lake, and I became mesmerized, watching the surface of the water, ripple, and shimmer
“as it came down. I remember swimming in the rain as a kid. One day is that head started out as”
hot and sunny. When a sudden shift of clouds would block out the bright day, and rain drops
fell all around me. On summer we'd had a little inflatable boat, just big enough for me, and my friend from down the street to fit into. We'd paddle around in the shallow water,
“pretending to be explorers, adventurers, discovering unknown species, a fish, and foul. On days”
that the rain came, we'd bail out of the boat, and flip it over, and swim under it, or heads
poking up into the bubble of air, trapped beneath the inverted seats. Our voices echoed funnily in the small space, and we'd been full of jokes that only made sense to us. The sound
“of rain on the keel made me feel cozy and safe, even while we stood, chest deep in the water.”
Some point apparent would begin backing in us out of the lake, telling us to come, wrap up in a towel, wait for the rain to pass over. But by then, the water felt warmer than the air, and we'd stall, and we'd zill a few more minutes into the deal. If the weather changed quickly, the rainbow might spread across the sky, something that had seemed so much like magic. It's stare at it with a bit of skepticism, as if it were a joke that would be revealed as such,
at some point. All of these thoughts had passed through my head in just a few seconds, as I watched the rain fall on the lake. I found I wanted to get closer, to feel the air, to smell the lake, as the drops came down, and I stepped out onto the back porch and my slippers. It was screened in, and had just recently had its spring cleaning. The wicker
Chairs and tables were wiped down, and the cushions laundered and plumped.
I still held the photo, and cloth, from my dusting, and set them on a table, and went close
“to the screens. A fine mist of water landed on my glasses and cheeks, and I laughed.”
My pulled my glasses from my face, and wiped the lenses on my shirt, but stayed close to
the screens, liking the cool touch of the rain, and the scent of the lake. I could smell
moss, and waterlogged tree trunks, and the distance the sky was even darker. Then I thought the shower might actually become a storm, that lightning and thunder might literally be on the horizon. I wasn't cold, not yet at least, and I walked along the length of the porch, being closely at the flower beds, drinking up all this good water. Then to the redeline at the edge of the lake, where I spotted a long, lagged eagreth, bright white against the
“green grey of the water. What was the experience of a bird or a fish on a day like today?”
If you have ever seen a horse running on a beach, then you know the joy that animals can take in movement. When I wondered what it might be like to soar near a rainbow, or swim just below the surface as gentle rain fell, sound of the rain rushing down suddenly doubled, and the gust of cooler wind raced through the screens. All right then, I thought, enough. I'll go back in. I picked up the frame and the dustcloth,
and stepped back into the house, pulling the door to the porch tightly behind me.
I remembered a window open on the second floor, and rushed up the stairs to Magic closed.
Small puddles lay on the sill, and I used my cloth to mop them up. On the way back down, I switched on a few lands. I liked the gloom that the storm had brought,
“but I also liked a bit of glow here and there. I think I was revisiting that feeling”
of being under the boat in the rain, a little pocket of a different kind of feeling and a sea of something bigger. I dropped my now damp dustcloth down the laundry suit,
Set the photo on the mantle.
but just now, the sound of the rain, the blotted out sun,
“the flash of lightning on the far edge of the lake. They all seemed to back in me”
to my favorite spot on the sofa. I tossed a long blanket over me as I stretched out,
turning on to one side, and pulling a throw pillow under my head,
“I'd wondered about the joy of animals in movement, and now I thought of them at rest.”
Scurry of squirrels, puddled together in the knot of a tree,
water comes, napping on the bellies of their parents, all of us, letting the rain fall around us as we slept, sweet dreams,
