When I was little, I loved the rain. It hardly ever rains here, so it was special. I remember thinking it would "wash away all my worries." Those were the exact words I would think inside my little girl head.
I remember some of the things I worried about then. I was small, but my heartache was real and weighty. Some of those worries are still with me. I guess I've always been a worrier. But as a child, rain was magical. It could heal. It could wash away the pollution of my cares.
The rain is still like that for me. Everything changes when it rains. The air smells so clean, the wet streets shine, the drops are music.
Rain gives me a fresh perspective. It changes my plans, makes me slow down, and reminds me that things can be made new.
3 comments:
Hmmm, I like that.
I love how rain changes everything. On a normal day I might rush to the gym, stop by the market for some milk, grade papers, and work, work, work until bed. But! on a rainy day all I want to do is curl up under a blanket and read a good book--so I did!
I love the rain too!
Today I went to my classroom to prepare for conferences, and even though i was working it was so quiet in the room.. with light music playing and the sound of heavy rain on the construction out my window, I felt so cozy and safe inside my little room.. just me and my report cards.
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