It was raining this morning as I sat on my back porch sipping coffee and perusing the newspaper. It was a steady but not heavy rainfall, backed up by a sky dark with clouds, promising an extended shower. I stayed out there as long as I could but eventually I had to leave for work. I wish I could have lingered there longer.
I love rain. It pleases so many of my senses. This morning there was little wind and the rain was falling straight down. Looking out from the porch I could sense the motion of the raindrops, as if the normally empty spaces of my yard had suddenly come alive. I also enjoy those times when I happen to be outside when a rainstorm begins. I love watching the first droplets explode on dusty and dry patches of the ground. I took a deep breath as I sat outside and enjoyed the wonderful smell of wet grass. My lawn was overdue for a good washing. I am glad to see Mother Nature finally got around to it.
By the time I arrived at work, the rain had intensified. I did not run from my car to the door. I walked my normal pace. I got wet but it felt so good. I'm just going to be sitting in a cube, working mostly alone. I don't mind if I'm damp. As I sit, I can hear the rain pelting against the window like an impatient child wanting my attention, begging me to come out and play. I try to focus on what I'm doing but I am aware of its presence and it soothes me.
I suppose part of the reason I love rain so much might be due to my growing up on a farm. Farmers depend on the rain and the weather in general. In a supreme act of faith, they stake their livelihoods on something they have no control over - not just once, but year after year. Usually the weather cooperates, but not always. It is that uncertainty that makes each rainfall all the more appreciated. As a child, I don't think I understood the significance of a rain shower and what it meant for the crops. I celebrated the rain because it meant Dad couldn't get out in the fields. A rainy day kept him nearby, busying himself around the farm yard, where he was easy to find. And if it was really wet, there was a chance my siblings and I could convince our parents that the day might be better spent shopping - maybe even in the big city, that's right, Sioux Falls.
So many reasons to love the rain.
3 comments:
Yay for rain, for all the reasons you have stated!!!!
Sometimes I wish I had grown up on a farm. Makes the rain sound so nice! I really only like it when I can hear it from my bed.
Sioux Falls was definitely the reason for our celebration.
Melody
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