I woke to the sound of rain plopping on my 100-year plus tin
roof…again! That sound has in the past sung me to sleep, provided a background
symphony as I read a book, given me an excuse to linger in the bed a little
longer, and caused me to give thanks I had a home that was warm and dry.
This spring and summer I have complained…complained a lot! I
watched as my driveway washed away over and over again, watched my garden give
in to torrents of rain that caused blight and rot, and watched as slides and
sink holes occurred here in the mountains.
I saw cookouts cancelled, Easter egg hunts taken inside, and
concerts rained out.
I’ve watched as weeds, watered by the rains, grew to heights
unseen before. I watched cows in the front pastures huddle with their new
calves under trees. I’ve seen my precious pooch, Greta, decide she could wait
until the rain stopped to go potty.
After yet another rant about the amount of rain, I wrapped
myself in a quilt as scenes of my childhood engulfed me. I loved mud puddles
and did a happy dance in every one I could find. I remember my mother fussing
about me ruining a pair of my lacey white “Sunday socks” after one of those
dances. Then there were mud filled sandwiches between two maple leaves when I
played restaurant with my friends. Memories of stopping to view a double
rainbow with my mother filled me with joy. I even volunteered to put the cloud
with raindrops on the flannel board at Sunday school.
One of my favorite pictures is of my college friend walking
across campus in the pouring rain with a big smile on her face. I remember
getting caught in the rain with high school friends and our wool coats smelling
like wet dogs.
I heard it is going to rain for the next few days, but I am
going to change my attitude. First I will read scripture dealing with rain such
as Job 5:10
He bestows rain on the
earth; He sends water upon the countryside.
And 2 Samuel 23:4
He is like the light
of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain
that brings the grass from the earth.
I am going to rejoice when the sky opens up. I might invite my hubby for a stroll in a late summer drizzle.
The rain falls to
earth.
A gift from on high
I will give thanks and
Revel under the
rainbow.
Take heart sweet reader, the sun will shine again. I pray
the rain will fall soft and sweet upon you.
Come go home with me (bring an umbrella!)
Dee Dee
Beautiful, Dee Dee. I'm with you on all the summer washouts. Gracious, all the rain we've had! But I love the image of the light coming after the rain and the grass growing toward it. As Solomon said, there's a time for everything. I hope this fall is a time for beautiful leaves and not-as-much rain.
ReplyDeleteHugs from up the mountains!
Such beautiful words! And yes...we've had tons of rain, and I'm sorry for those it's caused problems for, but I absolutely love the rain. I love night time as well, so I'm thinking I'm part vampire. I'd choose a cool, rainy day most of the time over a bright sunny day. Don't know why...I've always been that way. Thunder and Lightening too. Yes, I'm weird. But then again God's people are supposed to be peculiar! So I'll head off for a stroll in the rain....
ReplyDeleteBless you sweet DeeDee!