I, too, love the rain and it has to go on for many days before I begin to tire of it. Living out here in our drought-stricken valley, I never get enough. There are a lot of secret places I like to huddle down in when it rains but one of my top favorites is in the car with hubby driving. It feels so cloistered and intimate with the smeared watercolors of the outside world dripping in rivulets down the side windows, the washed-and-wiped view through the windshield with the wipers making their rhythmic sound against the wet glass, fighting a losing battle: "YAY RAIN!" while drowning out the sounds of traffic except for an occasional splash from a puddle hitting us broadside, and the sound of rain pelting the roof above rivaling the metallic drum-tap on a tin awning for award-winning atmospherics. I am a big lover of atmosphere in all its many forms and rain provides the very best. Thanks for opening a window into your rainy-day childhood fantasy world and letting me climb inside!
Even your comments are written well with imagery to die for, Carol. When I read them, I pat myself on the shoulder for recognizing real talent. You've described my rainy day infatuation so perfectly.
I love being present with the rain. It's either the time for me to head outside since it's when the parks and woodlands tend to be most deserted, or just quiet inside listening. Thank you for this piece, I enjoyed being transported back to these memories of childhood with you.
I, too, love the rain and it has to go on for many days before I begin to tire of it. Living out here in our drought-stricken valley, I never get enough. There are a lot of secret places I like to huddle down in when it rains but one of my top favorites is in the car with hubby driving. It feels so cloistered and intimate with the smeared watercolors of the outside world dripping in rivulets down the side windows, the washed-and-wiped view through the windshield with the wipers making their rhythmic sound against the wet glass, fighting a losing battle: "YAY RAIN!" while drowning out the sounds of traffic except for an occasional splash from a puddle hitting us broadside, and the sound of rain pelting the roof above rivaling the metallic drum-tap on a tin awning for award-winning atmospherics. I am a big lover of atmosphere in all its many forms and rain provides the very best. Thanks for opening a window into your rainy-day childhood fantasy world and letting me climb inside!
Even your comments are written well with imagery to die for, Carol. When I read them, I pat myself on the shoulder for recognizing real talent. You've described my rainy day infatuation so perfectly.
Wow. Thank you C.J., most sincerely.
you're welcome, of course.
I love being present with the rain. It's either the time for me to head outside since it's when the parks and woodlands tend to be most deserted, or just quiet inside listening. Thank you for this piece, I enjoyed being transported back to these memories of childhood with you.
Thank you for your lovely comment, Artemis. You're very kind. Rain is so cleansing and I'm glad you can feel it, too.