I used to love spring rains.
I especially loved the gentle water falling that would soak my yard and that sound so pleasant on the roof. This was especially true as a boy when I would camp out. There is something dangerous yet tamed about being inside a canvass tent with the gentle rain falling on the fabric. It was soothing for my spirit to hear those rain drops.
Sigh…We do live on the same planet, my dear. I get it. My appreciation of rain out here in Oregon has shifted to fall and the incredible smell of rain hitting parched earth. It is transcendent. Winter rain–I hurt in oh so many ways–from aching joints to increased swelling to musty sensations of COPD. Etc. But that first rain of late summer/fall—I want to get naked on my deck and sing!..xx000
Judith what a wonderful note. My best memory of rain was a particular night when I was a youth and sleeping in a small tent. These awesome thunder heads came rolling thru, hitting one after another in a rhythmic pulse of downpour, calm, followed by thunder, lighting and downpour. We got a few over 2 inches that night. The air was electric at night and peaceful and clam in the morning. It was an awesome display of power, and finesse followed by clam and birds and the earth re-awaking.
I was 13 and I had never felt that kind of power, nor experienced that sort of cleansing and re-awaking. It is one of my most favorite memories of being a boy. I was blessed that my parents were willing to let me be away from home like they did. As an only child my parents were protective but they let me put myself in situations that allowed me to discover myself. The beauty of nature and rain in particular was something I found. Rain is a treasured memory.
Oh–I do miss Midwestern Thunder storms. We don’t often get thunder here—though a year or so ago in spring, we did get a Thunder Snow! That was crazy, indeed…xx000
Rick, here’s a young girl’s perspective of rain… I grew up in the Northwest where it drizzled day in and day out, at least in my memory. We wore our hair long with waves–you know, like movie stars wore theirs. Try keeping a wave in your naturally straight hair with a constant drizzle! Once a visitor from Arizona said what lovely complexions we all had, so lucky to have all that rain. She had curly hair.
Trudy, I wish I could say I had long hair. well actually my hair was long at least 3 inches in one place. Or as my dad used to say hippie. LOL (Ok I lived in an Indiana farm town). The funky thing is we had 90% humidity most of the summer, so I used to see young ladies with frizzy hair. But of course it woudl lay down in the winter when the indoor humidity would be 15% on good days.
Fortunate to have all the rain? Like where I live is fortunate to have all those pigs. It is not fortunate or not it just is.
Thanks for your very kind note and remembrance. I felt my hair frizz as i read it. (both of them)
rick