Rainy Walk in the Forest

Meeting with mushrooms in a peaceful, wet forest

One afternoon, it felt like nothing was moving forward.
There were so many things to do at home, yet I couldn’t bring myself to start any of them.
So I stepped outside — just for a short walk in the rain.

I walked across the field toward the forest. The rain was only a light drizzle, but the grass along the edge of the field was soaked. My hiking shoes turned out not to be waterproof anymore, and my socks began to grow damp.
But I was already among the trees.
The forest was calling, so I ignored my wet socks and kept walking.

Beneath a spruce tree, a few mushrooms were taking shelter from the rain. I lingered there for a moment, listening to their quiet whisper — a sound I imagined beneath the rain’s soft patter.

I reached the point where the conifers gave way and entered a chaotic regrowth of deciduous trees. Where at home a mess and undone things felt heavy, here they felt freeing, even beautiful — part of nature’s rhythm.

The rain paused for a while. Young rowans formed a tunnel, and I walked through, feeling so welcome. Ferns had lost their colors and charm. Everything was withering, but so beautifully — preparing for winter, drawing growth energy into its nooks, waiting for spring.

I lay down for a while, watching the pale sky and treetops. Soft, tiny raindrops gently kissed my face. The air was warm, and I didn’t feel cold, even though my socks were completely soaked. I wished I never had to leave — I could have stayed there forever.

I went for a short walk, but after two hours, I returned home. I realized I wouldn’t have time to do anything else, but it didn’t matter. I truly needed this.
My body felt relaxed, my mind clear — perhaps the rain had washed my thoughts clean.
I have never regretted going into nature, and this time was no exception. Going to the forest is always a good idea.