Let it Rain

This might be stereotypical but rain is one of my all time favorite things.

I love everything about it.

The sight of the dark clouds looming in the distance foreshadowing the hours to follow. Even catching a glimpse of a wall of rain that is descending from under the cloud.

The smell of the damp musty air, pregnant with drops before the fall and the fresh, crisp smell afterward. Even the gross dirt smell that happens after a spring rain, when the worms come squiggling out of the earth reminding you to watch where you walk.

The feel of running/dancing/walking/standing in the rain with massive cold pellets drifting from the sky soaking your hair and making your clothes stick to your skin, washing away the day and all it's thoughts.

The sound of the light pitter-patter that clams and soothes and then accelerates into a massive crescendo of slamming drops pelting the windows and thunder shaking the house. Climaxing into a grand symphony of sound created by nature. Created by God.

The dim light that stretches across the sky giving a quiet haze to the day, only to be broken by a burst of lighting as the storm reaches it's peak and a soft rainbow as the finale.

Rain is one of those things that effects everyone.

All the busy, angry, rushed, people on the freeway slow down and spread apart.

Stay-at-home moms are frantically running through the house shutting windows.

Dogs and cats are hiding behind couches in fear.

People at the grocery store are standing in the entry waiting for the skys to clear so they can dash to the car.

Little children are barefoot running through the rain for pleasure. Turning their faces to the sky trying to catch the drops in their mouth. Watching as the drops fall slowly from the silent clouds above.

Me. I like to sit on a porch or in a garage. Watching. Feeling. Smelling. Seeing. And Hearing all that rain has to offer.