Perhaps having lived in Arizona these past three years has allowed my appreciation for and fascination with this form of precipitation to increase because, after all, it doesn't rain that much in the desert. (And, with many things, when you don't have something for a long time, it makes it that much better when your chance to experience it finally comes.)
So, imagine my delight to fall asleep last night to the gentle patter against the window. It comforts me, in a way, as long as I'm not stranded out in it (that's a long story to be saved for another day) or the thunder is so loud it shakes the very earth beneath my feet.
And I love watching it - the way it splashes and splooshes into already forming puddles on the sidewalk, or how it puddles up in between the roots of the trees, creating (to me) a scene right out of "Tuck Everlasting" or the like.
Oh yes, pour me a cup of coffee, let me curl up with a good book, and that's one heck of a lovely, lazy (and overcast) Thursday morning.
Heck, it might even be one of those days for hopping in puddles like Gene Kelly. (Just don't forget your umbrella.)
After all,
"Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet."
- Roger Miller -
here's the quote from that article i read about the rain... finally found it:
ReplyDelete"While waiting for the bus, a five-year-old kindergarten student was 'caught' in the rain hopping under a rain spout with his blue and yellow umbrella. When asked by his mother, 'What are you doing?' the child calmly responded, 'I'm listening to the music.'"
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