I love rain, I really truly do. :)
Here are a few reasons why:
1. The music of it.
I find virtually any water noise relaxing (e.g. ocean, river, showers running) but there is something especially soothing about rain regardless of how light or heavy it is coming down. Whether pitter-pattering or roaring, it is my choice as a soundtrack for writing or a lullaby for sleeping.
2. Mmmm...the smell.
Fresh. Clean. The smell of rain is the smell of old things being made new. Hurrah!
3. When it falls on your face.
This one relates closely with number 2 and is especially wonderful if you have been crying. It is like the sky is crying for you.
4. The silly WETNESS of it.
Splashing in puddles or simply spinning until you are soaked through, rain encourages play. Some games, like soccer, are at their best when played in the rain.
5. Mystery of mist.
Rain means clouds. Not fluffy shape-funny white ones high up in the sky (although those are lovely too). But soaking close-as-your-skin clouds. Horizon-obscuring clouds. Clouds that slip between tree trunks and make mountains vanish and reappear. Clouds that make this writer's mind wonder "what if?" so that new worlds flicker and appear.
Thanks be to the Creator for this precious gift of rain!
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Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Thursday, January 28, 2010
A Place in My Heart for You and Me
Walk over the dusty floorboards, dust motes swirl in shafts of light.
Misty rain slips through a glassless window.
A stream of clear cool water winds from the surrounding wood and encircles the foundation.
It soaks over the underlying rock and rushes through the cracked walls.
Barefoot in the sun-sparkling puddles, knees smeared with dust.
The one will wash the other away.
Misty rain slips through a glassless window.
A stream of clear cool water winds from the surrounding wood and encircles the foundation.
It soaks over the underlying rock and rushes through the cracked walls.
Barefoot in the sun-sparkling puddles, knees smeared with dust.
The one will wash the other away.
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