Calm Moment in the Storm

Sabrina Vallis
2 min readFeb 8, 2024

Rain in my heart and on the lawn.

It has rained all day.
Photo by Nick Nice on Unsplash

It has rained all day — this morning we drove through acres of deep puddles to the hospital.

I had a bone scan. I was nervous. And tired after.

I was sad when I looked at the rain and then glad of the grey diversion.

Looking outside, not in. There can be too much introspection after you open up the Pandora’s Box of — Why, did I drink so much?

And, given the science, is there a way to stop that if not for me, for others who follow in my genetic steps?

I spend days poring over Scientific Journals and reading old books.

I am grateful for the rain as I look away from the books to the world.

Being my own lab rat is sometimes boring, sometimes enlightening.

But when I read about those poor rats who thrived on the cereal box, and their cousins who died on the sugared cereal those very same boxes contained — I weep.

And I am at one with the rain outside. Cohesion is collusion with life.

“I feel the drunkenness of things being various.” MacNiece.

Written in front of a roaring fire on a rainy day.
Photo by Tobias Rademacher on Unsplash

This was written in front of the fire on a grey wet day and the incongruousness struck me, as I mourned those poor lab rats!

Thank you for reading.



Sabrina Vallis

Sobriety writer. NLP Master Practitioner and Nutritionist. Current research: Addiction and the Brain: Ways to Heal. Neuroscience helps us quit.