Day 106
It’s raining.
Big deal, right? Right. It IS a big deal. I love rain. I love the feel of it, the smell of it, what it does. Everything is washed clean when it rains. I don’t mean literally, though now that I think about it – I kind of do because my car will finally have all that oak pollen off of it – but more so methaphorically. Flowers are happier, grass is quenched, leaves seem to sparkle.
Whatever.
I don’t care if it sounds silly … I just like rain. I lived in the high desert for the past 33 years … kind of the wrong place for rain! This change is GREAT!
Gene Kelly was my boyfriend. Also not literally, but metaphorically. From the moment I saw him in Singin’ in the Rain I was hooked on him and any muscial movie he was in. Unbeknownst to him I was madly in love with him. On my “bucket list” was … DANCE WITH GENE. Sigh. I can scratch that off because he passed away a few years ago. All my boyfriends passed away a few years ago … Gene, John Denver, Tim. What’s a girl to do? No singin’ or dancin’ in the rain with any of them. Bummer.
Anyway … it’s raining. It’s been a sweltering couple of days and all I can think of is that I’m in big, big trouble as it’s to be a very hot summer and today was a tiny teaser of the days to come. I’d better get these storm windows figured out and fast! Rain or no rain I need air in this house. However, a few of the windows work (screens in place and I can get the windows actually open as opposed to the ones that are broken or painted shut) … and the air is LOVELY. Rain softened, cool, fresh … ahhhh. I need to go snuggle down on the couch (aka: still my bed) and read for a bit listening to the gentle pitter patter and enjoy the breezes as they come through those few open windows.
When I was little we had a huge, square, blue tent … The Blue Beauty. I don’t know how but my dad could fold that thing up to fit into a fanny pack (practically). And by big, I mean HUGE. We slept a family of 5 in it … 3 single cots and a bunk bed and still had room to play board games in the middle and have 5 suitcases and a dog or two roaming around the place with room to spare. It must have had a 7 foot ceiling. Anyway – there was no better place on earth than in that tent when it was raining. The soft plopping of rain drops on that heavy canvas roof … ahh, lovely!
Years ago we changed out our shake shingles for “regular” ones as the shakes were no longer permissable by insurance. Too bad. I remember the first time it rained after changing the roof material … no longer did I get that plop-sizzle on hot wood, no longer did I get that faint hint of cedar wafting through my open window, no longer did I get that dust washed off the roof smell. Too bad. Rain on shakes was much better. More satisfying.
In any case … it’s raining and I’m going to go down and enjoy it! I might just sing a little, too!