When I was younger, I loved to run up to our attic when it was raining. We lived in a century-old home- one with an attic big enough to double as an added playroom. The other wonderful thing about this attic was it's tin roof. When the rain fell, it sounded magical, falling sporadically against the roof. I don't know why I was so enthralled with that sound, but it was a sound that I loved, and continues to be a sound that makes me swell with excitement. It's a sound that I loved to hear on our cabin roof at summer camp each year, but now is a sound that I rarely experience. Instead, I listen to the sound of it hitting the windows, and imagine the sounds of the tin roof.
Rain can be many things- it can be exciting, and it can be relaxing. It can be annoying (when you have to be outside), but refreshing too. I don't mind a drizzly, gray day every now and then. I don't mind standing at the window watching. I definitely don't mind cozying up on the couch in a blanket, doing something relaxing while listening to the rain fall.
Rain brings back memories, memories as a child, of standing at our window, watching it carve miniature creeks into our gravel driveway. My dad always had to shovel the gravel off the road and back into our driveway. There are memories of standing in the lounge at camp, watching it pour and create puddles the size of swimming pools. There are memories of Washington D.C.- getting caught in a crazy downpour and running back to find our car.
I don't know what it is about rain, but the power of it has always captivated me. I love seeing what it does. I love hearing it's sound. I love smelling it's smell. I love looking at the puddles it leaves behind. I, just simply, love rain.
We have a chance of more rain tonight. I sure hope that it comes true!
**morning update- guess it was snow! white all over!!
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