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. 
Back On My Own 