To Take a Mo'

Some say its frustrating, being out on a supposedly sunny day when the clouds open to release their downpour.

Some say its annoying how it seeps into your clothes to get at your dry, perhaps cold skin below.

Some express distaste in having plans for an outing ruined because of a few unwanted drops…

But I am entirely of a different mind. I love the sight of the water reflected off of the streets, the stronger browns of the soil and the greener greens of the trees and grass. The flowers’ colours pop out of the scenery with their vibrant hues, etching a myriad of head-turning glory onto the back of one’s eyelids. I love the sound of the water pattering at the glass, soft pellets colliding and sending a rat-tat-tat throughout the room. The sound of the water running merrily down the drainpipes to gather into the squelchy grass below. The quiet waterfall-like melody as the drops hit the trees at different intervals, creating a fan of sound, lacing through the air. I love the taste of the clean water as it falls from the sky into my awaiting mouth, a taste of spring and clean majesty that sweeps across the earth. I love the smell of the rain: the earthy tainted scents as you walk through a garden passing moss and ferns and grass. Everything smells fresh and new when it rains, like God has scrounged the dirt and grime from the ground and washed it away and into the sewers. But most of all, I love the feel of it. Running barefoot into the grass in nought but a pair of old shorts and a t-shirt, letting the water river through my hair, drenching my face and scalp. It is clean and cool, rejuvenating more than any spa. It soaks into your clothes… you skin… and while you may begin to shiver, there is nothing quite as wholly wonderful as such. You are anew.

To sit at the sill and race the drops that run down the window, smelling the freshness and listening to the birdsong from beneath the light curtain of water.

The dust finally settles, the trees become beautifully sprawled with life and once again, we are washed anew.

God is in the rain.