I used to hate the rain. I felt like it made everything dirty. Made everything look dirty. I hated looking outside and seeing the ground look so dark. The dirt being kicked up from the grass, creating mud puddles. And Lord don’t get me started on puddles! Have you ever thought about what a puddle consists of? I mean the stuff you can’t see? Dirt, sludge, cigarette butts, candy wrappers, phlegm, who knows! I felt (and still feel) like puddles were/are breading grounds for all types of outdoor nastiness. And if somehow I manage to mistakenly step in a puddle or my shoes get wet resulting in my socks being wet my skin crawls to this day!
I used to be scared of storms. The sound of thunder just made me feel like something bad was about to happen. I live the city. I’ve witnessed trees and branches falling, knocking down power lines, destroying cars, drains clogging causing floods so large that it shuts down the entire street. The sound of thunder just made me feel like something bad was about to happen.
Now, as an adult, I find a certain calmness when it rains. The sound of the water hitting the window. The gloom and overcast. The smell of the wind before it starts pouring down. It just puts me at ease. I especially love those summer rains. When you can sit out on the porch and enjoy the cool breeze from the rain. When you can watch the trees sway and witness the magic of the earth being rinsed clean of random dirt and debris that’s been around since the last rain. Then the sun coming out, shinning so brightly, drying everything and erasing all traces of dampness. Revealing this freshly cleansed earth. Everything looks so bright and vibrant after a summer rain.
How do you feel when it rains?
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Major Morris 