Rain

It’s not something I have done for a long time, which is rather strange as it is something that I used to love.  Not sure whether it’s the ever-advancement of age, the bearing of responsibilities, or just simply forgetting the pleasure of it.

However there I was.

Not intentionally.

Sitting with the car door open, whilst waiting, watching the rain come down.  Not a deluge, just a gentle pattering now that the cold snap has let up a little.  I love the smell of rain, the sound of it as it hits the trees, roofs and other objects, the peace of it.

The melancholic background music probably helped the aesthetics of the moment… before reality decided to rudely interrupt.

I must do that again. Inner karma, at least for a little while, has been restored.


One Response to “Rain”

  • Paul Williams Says:

    I also love rain. Not when I am out in it, getting wet. But when in the car I love watching it fall. When in the house, I love watching it fall. And especially when I’m wearing decent waterproofs, on the top of a hill, and it is pouring down, I love it then too. The only times I don’t like rain are 1) when i’m not dressed for it, 2) when it’s accompanied by thunder and lightening on the top of a hill when carrying walking poles (aka lightening conductors).

    The other think I love about rain is when it stops. The contrast is amazing in the outdoors, grass is SO GREEN, puddles SO BLUE.