The rain this morning is a welcome relief from the heat. Even with temperatures beginning to moderate as Fall fast approaches, the drizzle is a recently rare and welcome occurence. Instead of attempting to create anew my feelings about the rain, today I am instead offering a “rerun” from the first few weeks I wrote here. Now, as then, I am graciously grateful for the rain.
Originally posted May 1 2011: The ivy on my patio has been loving the rain of the last couple of weeks. So have I! For me there is no greater pleasure than a rainy day with a window open so I can hear the rain, then sitting down close by with a good book and spending the hours richly soaking up the minutes. I absorb more from what is printed on each page and the mental images the writer’s words put in my mind are more vivid and alive than when reading on a sunny day.
I really do love the rain and the misty, overcast days when the hours are drizzled away. I feel safer on such days as even the robbers and burglars are not as likely to be active on a day when it is raining. There is such comfort for me from the constant drizzle and ocassional thunder. I feel closer to life, softer inside and memories flow easier for me with a sweeter taste on such a day.
I believe my thoughts and feelings are rooted in my childhood and being on my grandparent’s front porch in the rural south on damp, wet days. When a couch became too worn for the inside, it became a fixture on the front porch until the outside exposure did it in. Usually about the time a new couch appeared inside and another old one was ready for the porch. There on the couch and and under a quilt or two I borrowed from inside the house I sat, watched, sometimes read and often took a nap. The porch was one of these BIG Southern front porches long and wide enough that the rain rarely reached anywhere near me on the couch. Watching a good thunderstorm from that vantage point was extra special! I always felt safe. I never thought much about the fact that sometimes the dogs slept on the couch too. I don’t remember ever getting fleas!
My top of mind gratitude this Sunday morning is for the rain… the beautiful showery drizzle that I enjoy beyond my ability to express it. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s loving description of the rain is far better than any I could ever write:
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
How it clatters along the roofs
Like the tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!
Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!
There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as if everything is.