My daughter calls me every weekday on her drive to work. It is a lovely time, uninterrupted, when we talk about the simple things going on in our respective lives. This morning when she called I was sleeping peacefully with the sound of gentle rain hitting the roof.
It’s funny. I woke up around 5:00 am – it was not raining then. I found a YouTube video with rain sounds – several actually – hoping they might lull me back to sleep. Instead, I found so them patterned and unrealistic I turned my phone off. When it started to rain, I fell asleep easily.
I am always so thankful for the rain, especially knowing so many people are suffering through extreme temperatures and droughts. Then, on the other side of the world, there is too much rain to the extent it is damaging and life-threatening.
Before she passed away, my mother-in-law’s townhome flooded three or four times. She was devastated each and every time and started to fear the rain. We always felt the flooding was due to overdevelopment and inadequate drainage by the city. They eventually acquired a grant through FEMA and bought all the property at less than market value. Mom was able to get the check and deposit it, but it came too later for her.
I may have mentioned this before, but when we were young, we often hung our heads over the porch knee wall and ‘washed’ our hair in the rainwater (All we actually did was get our hair wet!)
The birds love coming to the feeders in the rain. They look pitiful with their feathers all wet. Sometimes they take this opportunity to bathe in the birdbath then fluff their feathers in an attempt to dry them out. There is something renewing about a constant and gentle rain.
I hope wherever you are, you are enjoying beautiful and normal weather. I am tempted to go back upstairs and nap while I can still hear the rain on the roof.