Day 69
I am a rain baby. I keep thinking I belong in the NW somewhere with moss growing on me … but then I come to my senses and think that might not be the best accessory for me.
And though I pretty much like everything else about rain … I’m not a huge fan of being wet all the time (as per the constant spitting of the NW).
So, what’s so great about rain?
The smell … so fresh and yummy! Rain is cleansing and refreshing and good! Few things can beat the smell of rain (except maybe freshly cut grass or bacon)!
The anticipation … you know when it’s going to rain. If you like rain, like me, you can smell it/feel it before it starts. If you’re lucky enough to have a vista you can see it coming … that is especially nice. The air feels heavier and you just know … (and if you have arthritis you have a pretty good built-in indicator of things to come)!
The taste … cold and wet and watery. If you’ve never caught raindrops on your tongue, the next time it rains – go do it!
The feel … for me it’s the feeling of summer. I don’t live where we get much rain (high plains of CO) and when we do get rain it is in the late spring or summer … otherwise we are getting snow. So, to me rain is warm and life-giving and quenching.
The sight … rain drops falling gently are better than gale force winds blowing sheets of the stuff sideways but in either case it’s kind of thrilling! (Again, I like rain and don’t get enough of it – so, it’s always exciting!)
The sound … who doesn’t like the sound of rain? It’s exciting and calming at the same time. Rain plopping down onto a tin roof … or a shake shingle … or a tent canvas … fabulous!
Thunderstorms … even better! (Though Moby spends most of her time then in the bathtub!) And then there are the hot summer rains that actually sizzle on the concrete when the drops hit the sidewalks! So very cool!
On my 16th birthday we had a torrential rain. I remember coming home from dinner and picking up all the large earthworms from our flooded sidewalk and flinging them onto the lawn – saving them all from a watery grave.
When I graduated from 8th grade I was in the choir and for (god knows what reason) we sang “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head” by B. J. Thomas. I guess the dean of students wanted to have us sing something pertinent and popular at the time … but, seriously? I remember it being a toss up between that one and “Proud Mary”. Too bad we sang the raindrops one … I think I would have preferred PM stuck in my head all this time instead!
When I was in elementary school my neighbor and I used to ride our bikes up and down the sidewalks in whatever rain storm was happening. It was gloriously fun! I suppose we didn’t have enough sense to come in when it was thundering and lightning and eventually some parent would drag our soggy butts home!
And when I was really little, before I went to kindergarten, I remember lying on our couch, toes touching the crack between the two seat cushions, watching Captain Kangaroo under a red umbrella (that had an elephant head handle!) and eating rye toast. It was probably raining and I was not allowed to go out, so I figure I thought I’d sit under an umbrella anyway. Weird little 4 year old that I was!
In any case, at the moment I couldn’t be happier because as said by Christopher Robin, “Tut-tut, it looks like rain.”