I love rain.
I love the smell of rain.
On some rainy days I fix myself a cup of tea or coffee, grab my favorite book, and lie comfortably on the couch as I listen to and smell the beautiful rain.
If I’m busy at home and it’s raining outside, I pause for a moment, and look out the window. My eyes go out of focus from the water sliding down the glass window to the distance where I catch the rain falling on the land.
Most people hate the rain. They hate the feeling of it; They hate the way the sky darkens because of it; They hate the smell of it. To them, rainy days are the worse.
To others, it provides enjoyment. It can create mud that kids can enjoy playing with (if not in) or puddles that others like stomping in with their boots.
On some rainy days, it is a time for warm clothes, raincoats, and umbrellas. It can even be the cause of a cold or a high fever. (Bring on the hot chicken noodle soup and tea!)
Rain can ruin a planned out day like a wedding or a family vacation to the beach or maybe even Disneyland. If you live in California, driving on the freeway on a rainy day is the last thing you’d want.
Rainy days, however, can also cause your boss to give you the call that you won’t need to come to work or that you are free to leave even though you haven’t even made it halfway through your shift.
It can change and even interpret your mood.
It can bring back memories that you’ve forgotten about because of the business of life.
Memories of minor and major events that you’ve kept in your heart.
Memories that pain you every time you think about them & memories that bring a smile to your face.
You can remember the first time a boy or girl broke your heart… and then spent your time crying in a car in the middle of a rainy day.
But then you can also recall the time when you snuggled close to the one you love as the rain poured outside, while you had the fireplace or heater going and a cup of hot coco in your hand.
Rain can be good luck to some and bad luck to others. It can be an annoyance as well as a blessing.
It can be dangerous in some places and it can be desperately needed in others.
I love the rain.
If I pray for it, I’m expecting it to come at any time.
Sometimes it comes on a day when I’m feeling sad or angry. On other days, it comes in at the perfect moment when I’m already in a happy mood.
Sometimes it makes me go from glad to sad; other days it makes me go from gloomy to happy.
I can’t count how many times I’ve been told to stay or go home because it wasn’t bringing that many customers or guests to my job. I also can’t count how many times I’ve had to cancel plans that I was looking forward to when the rain came tumbling down.
Rain doesn’t show partiality; it doesn’t have favorites; it won’t stop unless, by a miracle, someone’s prayers are heard.
It can be an inconvenience or a miracle that shows up at just the right time.
You can either make the most of it or curse it.
It’s messy and beautiful all at the same time.
It’s a gift as well as a curse.
Today, I’ll take the time to enjoy it. Will I say the same about it tomorrow if it comes, or on another day?
Maybe. Maybe not…
Thanks for reading!
Now playing :: A Rainy Day by : Coldplay