Thoughts on Rain
For as long as I can remember, the first day of rain in the year was a big day, a really big day. Mama would make playdough for us kids and we'd spend the afternoon rolling out dough into all sorts of pies, pastries, breads, anything we could imagine into being with our lump of playdough.
But now, we live in Oregon where the rain is not so very infrequent, and I have to wonder how will we decide when the last day of rain is in order to determine the fist day of rain in this coming year. We love the rain, I could get caught staring out the window for hours on end while I'm supposed to be doing school reading, but I often worry that I'm going to get tired of it.
We are back to rain this week, we had a few dry days, a little bit of snow, and now it rains. The ground smells of a glorious dampness you can almost taste. The dribblets of water have collected on the canopy outside and run down its sides in streams. It has been raining for a couple of days now, and I like it. Sure it dampens the gardening spirit (some of the time), and it makes me very cold, but I like it any how. I like to watch as those big rain clouds roll over head and block the sun from view, letting down their torrent of water, and then moving on, letting the bright sun through for but a moment before the next shower of rain comes. I love cuddling up on the couch with a cup of tea and a book. I love reaching over to turn the music up, and soaking up the ambiance of the moment.
Rain might come often here, making it not so extra special and out of the ordinary, but it will still be enjoyable. In the late afternoons when school is finished and I am not so inclined to go outside in the downpour, I can talk my little sisters into cuddling up next to me on the couch and we can read stories. We can make hot cocoa sipping the hot liquid while laughing together. We can plan what we will do when the rain stops. Or we can just stare out the window and watch as the rain pours down, washing the chalk from the sidewalk, and leaving sparkling wet on the grass.
Rain is a glorious things, some times it makes itself unwanted, but if you really take the time to notice it, rain is beautiful. It lends a cozy felling to our small home, and when I find myself disliking that constant dripping from the eaves of the room, I am reminded that it is that dripping that allows me the freedom from watering the garden bed in front of our home.
But now, we live in Oregon where the rain is not so very infrequent, and I have to wonder how will we decide when the last day of rain is in order to determine the fist day of rain in this coming year. We love the rain, I could get caught staring out the window for hours on end while I'm supposed to be doing school reading, but I often worry that I'm going to get tired of it.
We are back to rain this week, we had a few dry days, a little bit of snow, and now it rains. The ground smells of a glorious dampness you can almost taste. The dribblets of water have collected on the canopy outside and run down its sides in streams. It has been raining for a couple of days now, and I like it. Sure it dampens the gardening spirit (some of the time), and it makes me very cold, but I like it any how. I like to watch as those big rain clouds roll over head and block the sun from view, letting down their torrent of water, and then moving on, letting the bright sun through for but a moment before the next shower of rain comes. I love cuddling up on the couch with a cup of tea and a book. I love reaching over to turn the music up, and soaking up the ambiance of the moment.
Rain might come often here, making it not so extra special and out of the ordinary, but it will still be enjoyable. In the late afternoons when school is finished and I am not so inclined to go outside in the downpour, I can talk my little sisters into cuddling up next to me on the couch and we can read stories. We can make hot cocoa sipping the hot liquid while laughing together. We can plan what we will do when the rain stops. Or we can just stare out the window and watch as the rain pours down, washing the chalk from the sidewalk, and leaving sparkling wet on the grass.
Rain is a glorious things, some times it makes itself unwanted, but if you really take the time to notice it, rain is beautiful. It lends a cozy felling to our small home, and when I find myself disliking that constant dripping from the eaves of the room, I am reminded that it is that dripping that allows me the freedom from watering the garden bed in front of our home.
posted by Bethany | 12:37 PM
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