My love affair with rain began during the days of black and white; it seems I've always loved the rain. Maybe it was afternoons on Granddaddy's front porch, or Mama telling my brother, Buddy, and I we could watch Popeye during the daily shower (par for the course in parts of the South), then go out and play. Perhaps it was Mama telling me if I played in the rain (which we sometimes did) then my hair would be curly, a.k.a. frizzy (thank goodness for styling products!).
My heart goes out to all those folks who have suffered the ill effects of deluges this spring. Tom has discovered the joys of a squeegee and I think I saw him hugging the wet/dry vac when it's value quadrupled this monsoon season after the basement started looking like the decks of theTitanic. I know rain is not everybody's friend.
Rainy days are perfect for reading, snuggling, snoozing, anything that moves in slow motion. Longfellow said, "The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain." Isn't that the truth? When you can't speed up the rain, relax and enjoy the respite.
Are you affected by rainy days? Do they soothe your soul, or agitate your mind? What do you do when the sun hides its face?
10 You pour rain on the plowed fields; you soak the fields with water.
You make the ground soft with rain, and you make the young plants grow.