Rainy Day
When I commented that the storm door had opened early I didn’t think it was opening to this much rain. This is a classic storm for January or February, not the week before Halloween.
We are pretty much ready in the physical sense. The furnace has a new filter and the patio furniture is tucked away til spring, but my psyche is floundering around in the wash.
Getting out the substantial rain gear, including shoes, gloves, hats and umbrellas, and then just being in out in the storm is feeling really odd. There was no appreciable ‘summer’ here save for the unseasonably hot weather earlier this month. I find myself unwilling to welcome the wind and the rain. Their appearance is premature. I am not ready to don the gear; I am not happy getting wet as I venture out into the stormy days.
And then in that quiet, unhurried moment, I turn my bare face upward toward the heavens and the rain splashes me. I taste the water falling from the heavens, I feel it running down my neck, sneaking under my protective wear, tickling me. In this moment I am wet, I am happy; I welcome the rainy day.