It happens to rain quite often where I live. That’s okay by me because I love the rain. Not so much the icy, hard driven type, but the soft steady rain that soothes a sunburn, blends with your tears, freshens a smile, and makes hair frizzy curly…who cares! It smells wonderful to be out walking in the rain. Wear clothes that will sun dry and feel as though they just came off the clothesline! This morning, I did just that. I started out thinking about the stresses that might cross my path today, worrying about my family members, praying for safe journeys for those ones travelling & missing the ones that aren’t here to talk to about these matters… I took it all for a walk with me, out in the light rain.
As I walked, I felt the summer wind calming my spirit, the rain was cool but refreshing. I grabbed a coffee, my notepad was shoved inside my pocket, and I headed for the lakefront. I left my phone at home because it was raining and I wanted to focus on the smells and sounds of the rain. I wanted to be absorbed in it with no umbrella hovering over me. Free so that I could lift my face and ‘feel’ the rain.
Here’s one of my favorite quotes by Bob Marley and it is so very correct:
As I passed a few people on the street, I quickly concluded that they were not on the same page as I was, in fact, the exact opposite. One lady, marched by underneath her tightly held umbrella, arms crushed to her sides, trying desperately not to get her rain jacket wet! Her dog was pulling happily on his leash, eager to run freely, lovin’ the moment, wanting to feel the fresh rain on his fur!
A man nearly knocked me over, be-lining for the coffee shop, trying to talk on his cell phone while keeping it out of the rain with his cap.
A lovely mom hurried towards me with 2 young children, both wearing adorable rain coats and brightly colored splash boots. However, I could tell she was in a rush to get them to the daycare around the corner while they aimed for every tiny puddle on the sidewalk. The adults all had the same: ‘why did it HAVE to rain this morning?’, expression on their faces. The only happy ones were the children & the dog! I laughed because I knew which category I was in, & you guessed it. I was on the happy side of the rainy street!
If you hold out a glass while its raining, it will never remain empty…it will be half full in no time! I wish I could have babysat for that mom because I had something that she didn’t this morning & probably wanted. Time. Time, to let her family play & splash around in the puddles. Time for not having to be worried about keeping happy little children clean & dry until they arrived at daycare.
It has been so many years since my Mom passed away but as I wrote my last article about her & I picking berries together, that line about how I complained to go home to do my own stuff…I realized how much I wish I would have appreciated those times and savored them as I would now. However, I am thankful to have come to this peaceful, contented feeling in my spirit about my life. Some never do. How sad.
Rain is a part of summer that I love, but I tend to take it for granted…I mean it always ‘rains’ doesn’t it? Well, that’s what we think. But how would we feel if one day…it was gone? I thought for sure I would be picking berries my whole life as a chore, but one day that was gone. I grew up and moved away. At our campfires, I loved it when huge raindrops landed on the glowing embers. They sizzled and made weird little sounds while tiny smoke clouds hissed at us. When I rode my bike to my friend’s house, there were often sudden little cloud bursts! I loved those too. They were always there. They probably still occur on that narrow prairie road under our piece of prairie sky, But I’m not there. It didn’t last forever. When I was a child, I thought like a child and everything was ‘forever’ …good or bad.
Moving forward is good and that is how life works…Its just nice to think that some of the good things in life ARE free. Rain is one of those things. Feel it! Then you won’t care about getting wet!
I am glad to be where I am. I love the memories and I love feeling appreciative about all my blessings. Rain, to me is a blessing.
At present, I can still go out picking berries, or mushrooms, fruit, & veggies, but those exact moments during my youth, were all slightly different, a one time happening. We don’t know why, when, or what can change, but that is the one certainty of life…it’s always changing. I have been learning this more than ever, lately. Live the moment, treasure the memory, even if its as simple as a rainfall. It’s one of a kind. It even smells differently, if only slightly, each time.
This morning, I treated my walk in the rain as though it might not always be around. If I miss this one, there won’t ever be another exactly the same. This morning’s rain had patches of sunlight peeking through which made everything glisten & sparkle like crystal. but today was my moment, my revelation of what a special morning it was, walking and being at peace with my Lord and feeling blessed for all I have. Yes, there is something about the rain…It makes me think about how much I love it. My Dad loved it. My Mom did too. My sister Alice & I loved it together. It poured the evening she left us. That was okay because I had to drive for an hour to get home and my mind was occupied by the wipers working at top speed. A week or so later, I planted a tree for her, in the rain, but it was a beautiful rain. As soon as it was planted the sun came out and shone directly on it. I know she loved it. And she would love the fact that I walked in the rain this morning & thought about her…a lot.