Rainy Days

I went to Ms. A's website and got a journal prompt. This prompt was to write about rainy days. Today is a rainy day so I thought to myself, "Self, it is raining today. Maybe it would be a good idea to write about the rain." So here I am, writing about the rain, or almost writing about it because I haven't actually started writing about it yet. Now I will begin telling you, my reader, my thoughts and feelings about the rain.

I love the rain. Especially when it comes with lightning and thunder! The sound the rain makes as it hits the dry earth then as the dry earth turns to moist dirt and finally to mud. Have you ever stood outside just as it was beginning to rain and felt the heavy air and taken a deep breath of the wet earth? Have you ever taken your shoes off and felt the new mud between your toes? You have not lived until you do. I believe part of being human is experiencing Mother Nature. Sure, I love sunshine and rolling green hills as much as the next guy, maybe even more! But there is "something sexy about the rain" as Kenny Chesney puts it. I love the way the lightning lights up the sky. If you are lucky it will dance across the sky and the thunder will be it's beat/music. There is so much power and energy in a thunder storm!

After all that mushy talk about that rain would it surprise you if I said I also hated the rain? On days when I want to just take a walk in the sunshine, go to the pool or when it's been raining for days without any end in sight, I hate the rain. It has to be a day when I don't have to go anywhere, like tonight. Sunday night, sitting at home after church just listening to the rain as it hits the now muddy earth and the thunder as it rolls along in it's angry way as the lightning strikes a brilliant path in the dark sky. Beautiful. I think my mother gave me a love for rain on lazy days. We had a screened-in porch with a tin roof when I was little and we would love to go and sit, just listening to the rain as it hit the tin roof. I still think of those times whenever it rains. Every time. Building memories like that are important I think, it gives people good memories to remember you by. Back to rain. Even the name "rain" is beautiful I think. I once new a guy named Rainy, although he might have spelled it different. It's almost a sad name...Rainy. Anyway, I think I've said all I need to and more on rain.

Enjoy the rain!