I awoke this morning to the guttural rumble of thunder and the heavy, constant drumming of rain on the roof. A morning to roll over and sleep indefinitely. A lazy Sunday. I had family most of the week and felt a little tired, in a good sort of way. I had passed off my Sunday morning duties at church to someone else. Time to take a break. Aaahhh.
Just as I was settling in for the long haul, my brain jolted and my body bolted and I realized I had a soccer match to attend. I grabbed the phone and texted my daughter to find out if the game would be canceled. Delayed by two hours. Not bad. Unfortunately the activity had thoroughly awakened me and I went down for coffee. I guess my mother goddess didn’t intend me to sleep this morning. The powers-that-be sent out a cancellation once I reached the point of no return. I have no doubt the field was flooded. We got a lot of rain. (Soccer ball photo, Wikepedia.)
I’m happy to say, though, that I have spent the day on the couch with Lulu, reading, doing crossword puzzles, and some more mindless endeavors which I will not enumerate here. Lulu loves all the attention. She reminds me of Sam, a chocolate Labrador Retriever I had (my last pet). Sam couldn’t get close enough to me. Neither can Lulu. I’m starting to think I may be allergic to her long hair but I’m trying hard to ignore the signs.
As the rain started to subside I stood looking out and remembering how I loved rainy days as a child. Rainy days meant we didn’t have to work in the garden or the yard or the tobacco fields. Then, as now, I spent much of the day with a book, or several.
Now that the rain has ceased to fall and the sun is trying to take center stage, I feel regret deep in my soul. Why regret? When I was a child, even a teenager, I would have put my books aside and gone outside and welcomed the downpour. I would have squiggled my toes in the mud and I wouldn’t have worried about how wet my hair and my clothes got. I would have felt joyful and free. So why didn’t I do that this morning? I didn’t think of it. I think that’s sad. Why didn’t I think of it? My mom wasn’t here to give me permission? Ah, but she was here. She’s always with me. And I could always talk her into letting me play in the rain as long as there was no lightning.
I’m making myself a note. I’m going to stick it to the door or the fridge or both. Go outside, Pat. Play in the rain! That’s what it’s for!
There are numerous songs about rain, and I like most of them, but this is my favorite. It’s called “Baby the Rain Must Fall” and was featured in the movie of the same name, starring Steve McQueen and Lee Remick. The artist is Glenn Yarbrough.
Beautifully written. I love dark & stormy, just love it!
Thanks, Words, for your kind words. As I mentioned to Susannah above, I’ve been under the weather lately. I’m hoping to be writing soon. I feel better when I write.
I know the feelings about a disturbed sleep in. Frustrating, but you had a good time relaxing anyway so not all bad. Your memories about playing in the rain are sad. It does sometimes seem that the more we are allowed to do, the less we actually do. Its a weird perversness. Anyway, the post is full feeling and got me rambling and musing and that has to be good. Thankyou
Hi Ducks. Thanks for reading my ramblings. The past few years have been difficult for me, as you know, and I find myself looking back to my childhood more and more. I’m seeking the activities that made me happy way back when. Playing in the rain was definitely one of them. I loved splashing in puddles. We must all take time to play. That’s what I think. 🙂
I felt like I was reading the beginning of a great novel. I saw the whole thing so clearly between those raindrops. Saw you on the couch with LuLu suppressing a sneeze. Saw you as a little girl playing in the mud. The visuals are exceptional. I don’t coo this way all the time. It was a wonderful piece of your present and history.
Thank you for your kind words, Susannah. Lately I haven’t been able to suppress the sneezes. I may have to get out the Zyrtec. I once told my vet that my doctor thought I might be having an allergic reaction to my dog. Her response: “Get a new doctor.”
That’s a toughie. It’s awful to be allergic but how do you give up your pet? I had Missy the cat while I was so congested, Happened way after I got her. Suddenly I had an allergy, No way I could get rid of her. I just sniveled and sneezed.
I read this again. So lovely. Write more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you, Susannah. I’m honored that you would read it again. I’ve been a little under the weather but I’m starting to think writing again. I’ve been reading your posts and will eventually come out of my hole and comment. You’ve had some interesting things going on. Thanks again.
Sorry you’re unwell. It happens but hopefully you’re on the upswing as I write this. It’s a quiet Monday in New York – Labor Day – but not for long. The masses will return and business will be as usual peace a distant memory. Feel better!
Pat, you are beautiful, insightful, and oh-so-fabulous.
I want to play in the rain with you. ❤ x
Thanks, Chickie. Should we meet somewhere between NC and MN and just wait for a good rain? 🙂
Great post Pat. I walked in the rain this morning. It was raining really hard and Lotte doesn’t like water at all and so I had to take her out for her morning puddle. In the process I got really wet. Oh well …I wished I had read your post before then then I would have jumped in the puddles. But wait I forgot, I was still in my bathrobe. What would the neighbours have thought?
I meant the rain puddles not Lotte’s 🙂
You made me giggle. Thanks, Judith. I think one of the best things about having a dog is that you go outside regularly regardless of the weather. I imagine your rain is still rather cold there, isn’t it? Here, the rain is a wonderful respite. It cools us off temporarily. Playing in cold puddles isn’t as much fun as playing in warm ones. Hmmmm. I wonder, too, what your neighbors would have thought.
Hey you can join me my jumping in puddles.
I can’t imagine anything I’d rather do. Thank you, J. I should have known you were the “jump-in-puddles” type.
I love the rain. I wish we got more of it here.
Your story reminded me of a story that I read once, a long, long time ago. And honestly, after reading it, I looked at rain in a different way. I have chosen to run thru the rain. It is a great feeling.
It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.
She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle-faced image of innocence.
Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in: “Mom, let’s run through the rain.” she said.
“What?” mom asked.
“Let ‘s run through the rain!” she repeated.
“No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit.,” mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated: “mom, let’s run through the rain.”
“We’ll get soaked if we do,” mom said.
“No, we won’t, mom. That’s not what you said this morning,” the young girl said as she tugged at her mom’s arm.
“This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?”
“Don’t you remember? When you were talking to daddy about his cancer, you said, ‘If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!”
The entire crowd stopped dead silent.
I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain.
We all stood silently.
No one came or left in the next few minutes.
Mom paused and thought for amoment about what she would say.
“Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If GOD let’s us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,” mom said.
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case.
They got soaked.
But they were followed by some who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
I love this story, Amy. Thank you. I think I needed “washing” that morning. I let the opportunity pass. I’ll take advantage of it next time.
Another beautifully written and delightfully felt post! I love the way you captured the raindrops on the camera lens and your emotions in the words. Makes me wish I’d gone outside, too, this miorning. Thank you, Pat.
You’re welcome, B. Thank you – for reading, for commenting, and for being my friend.