If there is one thing I dislike about living in Alabama, it is that it just doesn't rain enough here. I've always loved the rain. There is nothing more peaceful than a rainy day...just lying in the bed, watching TV, covered with a blanket, just me and a cat or two. That doesn't happen very often around here. It's always sunny here...and on those rare occasions that it does rain, it's a passing shower and the sun is right back out in 15 minutes. What a bummer. What a waste of a good rain shower. When those rain clouds dissipate, it brings back memories of when I was a child and it would snow (something else we don't get here in Alabama), when the sun would come out and start the melting process...and you knew it was just a matter of days until we'd be back in school. The fact that we are in the midst of a drought here doesn't help matters. I don't know why, but I've always loved rainy days. Something about a rainy day makes me feel safe, protected, secure. It regulates my mood.
Here's my confession: I've never understood the phrase "Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down." Ok, so I can understand the Monday thing, but Rainy Days? Come on! I would love a month of rainy days. Rainy days somehow, someway regulate my moods. Flowers need the rain to grow. Perhaps I'm just like a flower...I need rain to grow. It is in those moments of solitude and rain that the most inner peace is found. I'm not talking about a damaging, tornadic, storm. I'm talking about a peaceful, steady rain, dark skies and the gentle sound of thunder in the distance. I absolutely cannot think of a better way to spend a day. I could really use one of those days. The energy that comes from a good, steady rain is unparalleled. Let's pray for rain.
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Could it be that as one begs for rain, another, maybe someone more northward prays for the sun? The cloudieness and merkiness of a rainy day often times pulls me down. I look to the sun and its ample shine to warm my days- to bathe me in a liveliness and life that a rainy day somehow takes away. On a rainy day things slow- the world outside, my breathing, the thoughts in my head... and at times, yes, this is welcome. We all need slow points in our life, but more often than not the rain, for myslef, equates and occasionally initiates a sort of depression. I long for bright blue cloudless sky. I desire the crisp hot sting of summer sunshine. That makes me smile. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine..."
A cloudy rainy day lying in the arms of the man you love. Now that's what really melts my butter.
On rainy days, when I have no agenda, nothing I HAVE to do, nothing pulling at me to accomplish, which is rare these days, it is an invitation to curl up with a good book and escape to my own thoughts and needs. Mostly, I have to go out in it and flatten my hair for the day...
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