While I write this, it is raining.
Not a hard rain.
Not a stormy rain.
Just water dripping, dropping, splatting from the sky.
I like a good rain.
I like storms, too. A good rainstorm, thunderstorm or snowstorm makes me feel good. Judging by the fact that most people I know do NOT share this feeling, I am left to assume that my internal barometer was installed upside down and backwards. But whatever the reason, a rainy day puts me in an “up” kind of mood.
Right now for example I have the patio door open and I can hear the water hitting objects. There’s almost no traffic. The temperature is just right. And there’s a slight movement of air through the door.
Rainy days put me in a creative mood. Today I could write a bestseller, build an awe-inspiring bookcase or throw a most incredible pot. Rain raises my spirit. I think it’s a reminder that God and nature are in control. It is nature replenishing the earth and cleaning off of the dust of everyday life.
Snowfall has a similar effect on me. Everything gets a fresh, white covering. Made clean and brand-new.
It doesn’t matter if you are man or beast, tree or brick, you get the same treatment. Equality like none other.
I also like the fragrance that rain puts into the air. No matter where in the world I’ve been, rain tickles the same buttons in my nose. And they are good buttons indeed.
During a rain like this my day-to-day concerns and preoccupations seem lessened in their importance. They’re still there, but the rain is a good drug that moves them to the side and helps me to see around them and ponder the goodness in life. And there’s plenty of it. There is plenty of badness, I’m not arguing against that, but there is goodness, too.
The non-human creatures out there seem to approve as well. The birds are singing and a few stop by the shrubs near my window to give me a song and to bathe in the cascade.
I like a good rain.