Tuesday, August 23, 2005
"The rain is raining all around
It falls on field and tree....
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea"
I love the sound of rain gently falling on the roof top. There are plenty of days when it comes down in sheets, wind-swept horizontally across the sky. Sometimes this unleashing is adventurous: lightning brazenly throwing its electric bolts as its thundering partner echoes in fury.
But it is the quiet pattering that I enjoy; tear-drop splashes against my window pane.
Perhaps it's reminiscent of youthful days. My friends and I used to walk along the sidewalks of our small town, viewing the world through the transparent bubble of our umbrella. Rain-filled gutters trickled to an unknown sea somewhere under the streets and the roadways shone on a canvas of steel-gray. Shoes squished from meeting with puddles and drops trickled from tips of noses as coverings were cast aside and the rain, embraced.
I have walked in the rain and danced in the rain...
And many songs have been sung about rain:
Laughing in the rain,
Loving rainy nights....
Rainy days and Mondays,
Listening to its rhythm.....
A slow, steady rain means books read under cuddly blankets.
It's hot tea and coffee cake.
It's lying in bed, knowing you're off the hook for yardwork and free to be lazy, spending time in the arms of one you love.
It's board games and videos.
It's hushed voices and sharing.
It's simply a lovely sound, this gentle rain. Falling on the roof top, tapping out a beat... singing a soft melody to slow me down for the day.