Rain. I love rain. I've always loved rain. When I was a little girl people would ask me, "Where do you want to live when you get older?". I would simplied reply, Washington or Oregon. I would even venture down to Northern California, if the price and scenery were right. When I was asked why I loved that area and states so much, my answer was always the same, RAIN.
I love the sound it makes when it hits a hot tin roof. I love the smell of rain in the early months of Fall. Where the leaves are slowly turning red, orange, and yellow. Hanging on to the branches of their trees for dear life. I love the way the rain drops hit my face ever so sweetly during Spring time. With a slight chill still in the air.
Rain has brought me so much love, happiness and joy. That sounds kinda funny, huh. I think so too, however it's the truth. When I was a little girl it rained on my birthday. That magical time where you're a little girl turns into a young women. It was warm enough for no jacket but cool enough for long-sleeves. Just right for a baseball game in the front yard. I remember feeling the rain hit the back of my neck, and trickling down my back. I slowly looked at my mother for a clue on what we should do. Do we go inside or finish the game. What I saw in her eyes will live with me forever. It was pure love.
"Go play", she said. That was all I needed to hear. I was gone. I was up next to bat and when I looked at the pitcher, I smiled. I hit the ball with so much force and power that it went past the front yard, over the house, and as far back as the backyard went (and that was pretty far). I ran the bases and made that homerun stomp on home plate. The rain hitting me on my face and neck the whole time.
Now my birthday mind you, is in September. Late September to be exact. So by the time my birthday day comes around the temps are dropping and the smell of rain is in the air. I remember the wind, with its cold breath rushing past me. Filling my nose with the smell of cloves and cinnamon. I went inside after my victory lap and took the longest hot bath I could muster. I soaked for a good 30 minutes while listening to the rain hit the window panes.
That sweet comfortable sound of rain washed over me and I was in heaven. I imagined myself living on the Pacific Northwest, on a lake or stream, and enjoying my life as a personal home designer. I was a young women looking at a good future. A happy future.
Now that I'm triple that age, I feel the exact same way. I love taking hot baths, while listening to the sound of rain hitting my window. It's soothing to me. Relaxes me. Comforts me.
I will make it to the Pacific Northwest one day. And when I do, I will dance like no one's watching. I will sing and thank God out loud for such wonderful experiences and grand adventures.
Rain. I love rain. The sound if it. The feel of it. I embrace rain. I welcome it. Bring on the rain.
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