RAINY DAYS AND MONDAYS...

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.