“The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfillment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.”

“It’s raining. It’s pouring. The old man’s snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head, and he wouldn’t get up in the morning.”

The poor old man has been in bed now for two straight days. Yesterday it rained on and off with a few torrential downpours in between. Today it is raining constantly, but the rain is softer, quieter than yesterday’s. I woke up to the sound of the rain on the roof. I stayed in bed a bit and listened. I have always been a lover of rain.

I am going to the dump today, not my usual day, but I figure the rain will keep most people away so it will be a quick trip, no waiting. I need to go to the ATM and I need gas. How nice it is to need only a few things.

When I was a kid, a rainy Saturday probably meant going to the movies this time of year. My dad would drive us and most times we’d walk home in the rain. Whether the rain was light or heavy determined our route home. A light rain meant we’d go by the town barn and check out the horses. From there we’d stop by the ragman’s house. I remember his porch sagged under the weight of all the piles of newspapers. A second building was where he kept his horse and wagon. I don’t remember ever going into his yard. We just checked everything out from the sidewalk. I don’t know why but it is one of the brightest images in my memory drawers. The two buildings formed an L. The long part was his house. I could see the door but not the windows. The paper piles were too tall. I think at one time the house had been white but by this time it just looked dirty. The short part of the L had a wide doorway so he could back his wagon inside. The driveway was dirt and stones and led right to the horse building.

Sometimes we’d go straight home from the ragman’s house; other times we’d go back a couple of blocks and take the railroad tracks. The choice depended on how wet and cold we were. The tracks ran behind the ragman’s house, pass the old train depot and the red store. We’d stay on the tracks only a bit further until we reached the tracks closest to the field not far from our house. We’d then leave the tracks and walk up one street to where we could cross the field. That left only the hill to our house.

We were always soaked by the time we got home. Kids don’t mind being soaked. It is one of the neat things about being a kid.

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18 Comments on ““The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfillment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.””

  1. The World Travels Says:

    Saturday brought a damp turn on the weather here too. I cannot say it’s been a bad day but another thing about being a kid is you are more easily contempt. Us grown ups tend to get emotional weather and the older you get the harder it is to enjoy the simple things. I believe i’m the happiest living the moment and trying not to think about whatever i should be worrying about. I believe a sunny disposition accomplishes miracles. Not that i neglect my obligations. I am just learning to relax, enjoy the moment and be open so i can seize the opportunities. Hope the weather clears up for both of us. And good luck repairing your mac. I love Apple too.

    • katry Says:

      I am with you in enjoying the moment. I’d hate for wonderful things to pass me by because I wasn’t looking or was bothered about something occupying my head.

      I have been retired so long relaxed is my middle name though I do admit things outside my control do drive me a bit closer to the edge, things like my computer.

      I really do like the rain. When I was in Ghana, the dry season made me long for rain. I’d look at the sky and say maybe it will rain today knowing full well rain was months away. I came to cherish the rainy season, and I feel somewhat the same now about rain.

      My MAC is fixed. It took me a while but I finally got it working.

  2. Richard Says:

    Wow. Been years since I’ve heard that ‘old man’ rhyme. There’s also that ‘rain, rain, go away’ – that never worked for me.

    Our rain’s gone now. A deep sadness hath o’ercome me with its passing. Maybe I should change the words to ‘rain, rain, come and play’ … ? Rain’s great for sleeping, don’tcha know?

    Today my Youngest Grandson is participating in his very first Big Concert. He’s done quite well with cello in a remarkably short time. I’ll be riding with my son-in-law to go there – my daughter has to bring YG early to the site for set-up.

    Rain as a kid in N’Awlins always meant searching the drains for the ‘good stuff’ when it stopped. We had no shame about our scavenging ways, either … and my brother always found the neatest stuff.

    N’Awlins may have had ragmen, but they didn’t come to our neighborhood. The ones who came around on their horsedrawn wagons were the produce vendors. Their cry of ‘I got wadda-melluns red to da rine!’ could be hear far in advance of their arrival … and yes, we had to get one. The best were the ‘Georgia Rattler’ variety … you’ll know ’em if y’ see ’em.

    In keeping with the Watermelon Man tradition, here’s Mongo Santamaria’s tune of the very same name … it is to enjoy, yes … ?

    • katry Says:

      They never worked for me either but I like them for their sing song rhyming.

      The rain stopped last night before I went to bed around midnight, but it started again during the night. My house is so very quiet except for the sound of the rain and Gracie’s snoring.

      I love the sound of the cello. Your grandson chose a wonderful instrument. I hope his First Big Concert is wonderful and memorable.

      I’d have done the same thing about searching the drains. Kids have few qualms about doing most things.

      We had knife and scissor sharpeners guys come by on their especially made three wheeled bikes with two wheels in the back and the sharpener in the front with one wheel.

      I know this one. Most times you post something new, but I’m happy it is one I know.

      • Richard Says:

        Kat, I don’t think many people are aware of the annual Spaghetti Harvest that takes place in southern Switzerland … it’s an annual affair that’s pretty much a local tradition … here’s the vid:

      • katry Says:

        I posted a picture of this a few years back. It was believed and people wanted to know where you got the seeds.

  3. Bob Says:

    You have the rain that we had earlier in the week. The Jet stream is way North and the prognosticators are forecasting a dry week so I took the car to the car wash this morning. It needed it as it was covered in dirt and pollen,

    Our older neighborhood has these large old trees that produce huge quantities of pollen this time of the year. I’m not a fan of trees because they excrete sap and pollen that ruin your car’s finish and their roots help to crack the foundations of everyone’s house. Here in North Texas the clay soil contracting and expanding along with trees planted close to the house keep the foundation repair people busy year round.

    • katry Says:

      It will rain today then tomorrow and Monday it may rain or it may snow. It will be in the 30’s during the day and the 20’s at night. Rain is predicted for Thursday and Friday this week.

      It is far too early for our pine pollen, a season I totally hate.

      I had a tree putting cracks in my driveway with its roots. I didn’t care as it is the part of the driveway behind the backyard fence so I never use it for the car. I’d be just as happy if the driveway there cracked away.

      • Bob Says:

        Yes, you are on the other side of the Jet Stream where an April snow storm and rain could occur. A cracked driveway is much different from cracked foundations. You can’t get financing on a house that needs foundation work.

        Stay dry and warm.

      • katry Says:

        Around my house are only pine trees which are easily toppled. I don’t think many houses have foundation problems here as the Cape has few large trees and they line the roads.

  4. Morpfy Says:

    EZ Ghicken Noodle Soup
    One can of Chicken noodle soup
    1 sppon
    1 well rounded bowl

    Piour can of soup into cooking pot, bring to a boil. Slowly turn heat down and simmer for 3 minutes.
    Pour heated soup into well rounded bowl Pick up spoon and eat.
    Crackers if enjoyed go well with this dish.

  5. olof1 Says:

    Even though I’m not a fan of rain, we get too much of it, I styill love the sound of rain hitting the roof and the windows. I tend to fall asleep when I hear it, rainy days are always good nap days 🙂

    I think our ragman and also the tinman and the ones sharpening knives were Travellers. They travelled from town to town collecting what they could and selling it to what ever businesses there were who took care of it. They too came by horse and carriage way in to the late seventies.

    The organ-grinders could come from anywhere though. Most of them sang songs in french or some old chapbook songs, they were usually horrid songs with awful endings for the people they sang about 🙂 I do miss those organ-grinders.

    Mostly cloudy here today but we could see the sun as a shining disc through the clouds but there were some openings just before the sun went down beahind the horizon. I hope that means we at least will get some sun in the morning.

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      We had metal roofs in Ghana, and it was the best sound of all unless you were trying to teach. You couldn’t be heard if the rain was heavy enough.

      We have no Travellers here. The men with the horses and wagons was a local from town. We didn’t have organ grinders, and I didn’t even see one in the city either. In East Boston, the city where my grandparents lived, merry go rounds on trucks would go around the neighborhoods. I thought they were really cool.

      The rain has yet to stop. I just brought my primroses inside as it will get down to 35˚ the next couple of nights.

      I took a nap and didn’t make it to the dump-tomorrow I guess.

      Have a great evening!

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