“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
This morning I had a library board meeting at 9. The alarm woke me up with enough time for a cup of coffee and most of one paper. Had I no crack of dawn meeting, I would have lounged around all day. It’s ugly out: cold, wet and windy. The Weather Channel has issued an advisory. This nor’easter will continue through tomorrow when it will produce high tides and large waves to batter the coastline. I did all my errands while I was out. I got more books at the library, my beach and dump stickers at the town hall, a few groceries and I voted in the local election. After I finish here, I will get right back into my cozies and spend the day reading and doing little else, except maybe a little nap in the afternoon and catching up on a program or two I had DVRed. The day isn’t meant for industry.
Even when I was a kid, I loved lying in bed and reading on a rainy day. I’d come home from school soaked by the walk. My shoes squished and bubbled, my hair was plastered to my head, my uniform skirt soaked and my hands freezing from carrying my book bag. I’d quickly change into my flannel pajamas, jump into bed, turn on the bed lamp, get cozy under the covers and read. It was like my own private world. Everyone else was downstairs watching TV so I had Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden all to myself. My mother would yell to me upstairs when it was dinner time, and I would reluctantly give up my world and join the rest of the family.
Rain and I have always been the best of friends. Summer rain is my favorite. It patters as it falls on the leaves and always seems gentler somehow than in all the other seasons. The sounds of rain on the roof and against the windows is like a song to me, one big on the brass and percussion instruments.
In my backyard I would put a cottage with a tin roof so I could be surrounded by the rain. It would have a daybed, a table and a comfy chair. That would be enough. It would be near perfect.
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May 10, 2011 at 1:51 pm
Even warmer here today, we reached 80,9F but now it´ll slowly change to cooler weather again. It´s not usual that it is this warm in early May here but I like it when I don´t have to work 🙂
Rainy days were perfect for reading as long as they don´t come to often during summers. I loved to have a cup of cocoa and perhaps a cookie or two that I could eat slowly while reading 🙂 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
May 10, 2011 at 10:20 pm
Christer,
Your days are much warmer than mine. Sometimes we never do get warm until June.
I used to love cocoa, still do, but I haven’t had any in a while. That sounds good if it rains again tomorrow as it is predicted.
May 10, 2011 at 3:52 pm
Sounds like a perfect setting. I too love it when it rains. But I wouldn’t want to be in Mississippi this week.
May 10, 2011 at 10:21 pm
Z&Me,
I wouldn’t want to be there either. Watching the river rise would be awful and frightening.
It was rainy and damp all day.
May 10, 2011 at 6:46 pm
Oh those magical books…”Just William”, “Billy Bunter” , ” The Famous Five”… A dark cold rainy night and special worlds to be enjoyed
May 10, 2011 at 10:22 pm
My Dear Hedley,
Our books were different but not our joys in reading them.
May 11, 2011 at 12:54 pm
I did learn early on that books should not be lent unless you were willing to receive back a damaged volume
May 10, 2011 at 7:27 pm
Cheers
May 10, 2011 at 10:24 pm
Minicapt,
That was wonderful. It made me think of some 30’s black and white movies with those wonderful sound tracks.
May 10, 2011 at 7:34 pm
Hi Kat,
I love summer rain. My bedroom window was right above the pantry roof so I could hear the rain falling on the shingles. The smell of warm rain hitting the hot shingles and dirt was wonderful. I had put my bed up against that window so that I could enjoy the view and the sounds while I read.
May 10, 2011 at 10:26 pm
Hi Caryn,
I too love the smell of summer rain and how the mist rises off the shingles and the tar streets. I can sometimes sit outside under my umbrella while it rains without getting wet. It’s wonderful.
May 11, 2011 at 2:33 am
In the summer we spent days at the beach and those days were the some of the most wonderful memories i have. My parents owned a store in a Eastern beach town. Rainy days were good for business, as when people couldn’t go to the beach, they shopped. I used to know an Indian rain song, that seemed to usually work. My parents would ask me every now and then when the store needed a rainy day to “work my magic”. I usually complied.
May 11, 2011 at 12:23 pm
Lori,
Rainy days are still good for business. Those are the days I never leave the house as the roads are clogged with cars looking for stores just like your parents.