“Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.”

Today I started early with a nine o’cock meeting. When it had finished, I went to the bank, the post office and the grocery store. I got home after eleven and had another cup of coffee while I read my second newspaper and my e-mail. It was while I was reading the local news I realized how tired I was so I decided to take a morning nap. Gracie must have felt the same way because she joined me upstairs. We just woke up. Gracie, though, is now back to napping, and I’m still tired.

When I looked out the window this morning, I saw a cloudy, ugly sort of day. When I went outside to leave, I was surprised at how warm it was. My car said 55˚, almost balmy for this time of year especially with no sun. I knew it was supposed to rain during some part of the day and it did just as I arrived home. All I would have needed was four more minutes so I could have gotten the dog, my packages and me inside without getting wet.

The easiest way to describe the weather is to say it’s a rainy day, but that’s just the beginning. What sort of rain? All rain storms don’t fall from the sky in the same way, but they do have two things in common: they get you wet and all the rain ends up in the same place, down. My favorite description of rain is one my mother used to use. She’d say it was spitting rain, and I knew exactly what she meant. The earlier rain I got stuck in was heavy. My mother would have called it a deluge. Sometimes rain is torrential. Other times it rains cats and dogs. Sprinkling is the lightest of rains. Coming down in buckets is just the opposite. I remember the rain falling on the long windows when I was in elementary school. The drops would hit the windows then drizzle down until they disappeared. When the wind is great, the rain falls sideways. Some storms have pounding rain. They are probably my least favorite because I always get so wet.

My favorites of all storms are in Ghana at the start of the rainy season. After months of no rain the sky turns almost black and the clouds darken the day. All of a sudden the wind and the rain start with unbelievable ferocity. Trees bend under the onslaught. Lightning strikes jaggedly across the sky. I once saw it hit the ground. The dry, hard earth can’t absorb the rain so it forms rivulets which run and make furrows on the ground. Sometimes the rain is so magnificent I can’t catch my breath from the awe of it. I stand and watch until the storm wears itself out and the sun comes back. I know the dry season is over and it will rain just about every day, but it is this first rain which I’ll remember.

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12 Comments on ““Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.””

  1. katry Says:

    Dejan Stojakovic quote

  2. Richard Says:

    Must be The Busy Season … my day started off at State Farm’s office, where I became current with my auto and renter’s insurances. Next on the agenda was the bank, followed by the grocery. Kroger had an amazingly nice selection of pork loin on sale – so I got one. It’ll be used later, when it becomes cut thru with stuffing pockets that’ll hold green onion, garlic, and jalapeño slices before being coated with my House Special Dry Rub Blend that I made my own self.
    Oooh! No clouds here today – more’s the pity. Bright, chilly, and quite sunny. We have no rain in our forecast. I. Am. Depressed.

    A great tragedy has befallen me, tho’ – my favorite pair of track shoes, the Saucony Procyon Grid, have finally gone the Way Of All Things. As I was walking from the car to bring in the groceries, I felt a ‘flop-flop-flop’ on my left foot. When I looked down, I noticed that the sole was about to part company from the upper, so I did the dirty deed then and there, removing it and sparing it that final indignity. They will now be consigned to the Halls of Memory and the Great Compactor Of History – which is about 500 feet from me. I hate to see those shoes go, but then, I bought ‘em in the early ‘00s.

    After reading your description of Ghanaian rain, I think I’d like that very much … wind, rain – what’s not to like? I hope you bring back pictures of the rain from your trip.

    And now, a bit of Sacrificial Music – it’s from ‘Conan, The Destroyer.’ You remember that, yes? The scene is the Sacrifice scene where Olivia d’Abo (Miriam’s daughter, and equally as much a hottie as her mother) is about to be sacrificed to satiate the blood lust of the Dirty Rotten God named ‘Dagoth’ … all in all, a pretty happy, dare I say ‘Bolero’-ish, piece of music for what looks not to be the Best Day Of Her Life, ’cos, to quote The Vizier: “Remember, at the first sign of life in Dagoth, the sacrifice must be completed; to fail will bring doom upon us all.” – and so it does. It’s well-scored by Basil Polidouros, as is the rest of the soundtrack … all that’s missing is the voice-over by The Wizard … enjoy.

    • katry Says:

      Richard,
      I haven’t ever seen Conan, The Destroyer, but I find the music perfectly beautiful, not what I’d expect from a Conan movie.

      I seldom cook whole meals for myself. I might cook some meat and have it with bread. I just don’t want to go through the trouble and the eventual back problems.

      I hate to have to throw out my favorite shoes or sandals. They perfectly fit my feet in all the right ways. My slippers cause me so much pain when they finally bite the dust.

      On my first trip back to Ghana, I was taking a nap when I heard what sounded like tables and chairs being thrown. It was the sound you’d hear in a saloon fight. I ran outside to see the wind blowing everything around. Th rain started not long after that. I was so excited for that storm.

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Spitting rain is a phrase that my mother used and so do I. It’s so apt.
    I was out in the rain this morning with the dogs. I was not dressed for rain but it was okay. It was a lovely spring rain that fell softly and didn’t get blown around by tricksy winds. It only got uncomfortable when I bent over to pick up the dog poo and the rain soaked the seat of my pants. 🙂

    I had one of those roundabout mornings where I start to do something and end up doing some other thing instead. Sat down at 8:30 to check my calendar and reschedule some appointments. Before I did that, I checked email and found one from the efile company I use. Well, one thing led to another and three hours later I surfaced from the web with my taxes done, filed and accepted. And extremely pleased and surprised that I qualified for the Senior Circuit Credit thingy which was a nice refundable credit amount. I feel so accomplished.

    It’s wet up here. And grey and dismal. But warm. A refreshing change of pace. 🙂

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      It is apt. I wonder if it is purely New England.

      I was in the rain just to and from the car as I went about my errands. As soon as I got home, it poured. I waited a bit and decided to just go. I did get wet even that short distance.

      I have to do my taxes. Everything is in order. I just have to get myself moving. Maybe tomorrow!

      It is still raining but not enough to keep Gracie inside the house. Her fur is constantly wet.

      I am still tired!

      Have a great evening!

  4. Coleen Says:

    Goodness…I cannot compete with Richard’s post. It’s simply awesome. 🙂

    Using the word ‘spitting’ seems to me to be an Irish/Gaelic thing. Both my mother and my grandmother used the word often to describe a rainfall. Down here in NJ I have also heard the phrase ‘Jersey drizzle’. That’s when it’s not raining hard, but the dampness is showing up on the sidewalk or your windshield. You can barely see it. It’s like a really light mist. Perfect for those hesitating windshield wipers…

    Waving,

    Coleen

    • katry Says:

      Hi Coleen,
      I do want to shop with him. He always buys such great stuff. Then I’ll just wait while he cooks dinner.

      It sounds as if spitting rain and Jersey drizzle mean about the same thing. It had a bit of mist about it.

      Waving,
      Kat

      • Richard Says:

        Wow! Thanks to both of you for those flatterin’ words. I’d be happy to cook for you both. Oh – my Mom and Grandmother also used the descriptor ‘spitting’ for rain that wasn’t heavy enough to qualify for the term ‘rain’ … it was kinda ‘mist’-y, and it was tricky trying to find the right speed to use for the automatic wipers …

      • katry Says:

        Richard,
        Misty is exactly what it was, but I love spitting better as a descriptor.

  5. Bob Says:

    Today is my 69th birthday and my daughter’s 22nd. We went to dinner at a an upscale Chinese restaurant to celebrate. I don’t feel any differently than I did yesterday.

    We are heading into a wet and stormy weekend. The thunderstorms yesterday did millions of dollars worth of damage with softball size hail breaking hundreds of windshields while denting cars which will keep body shops busy through the rest of the year. It’s been so bad this year that the car rental companies are running out of cars. A softball size hailstone hits the ground at about 115 miles per hour. I just heard that fact on the local news broadcast.

    • Birgit Says:

      Bob, happy belated Birthday to you and your daughter and good luck!

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      Many, many happy returns. It is neat that you and your daughter share this special day.

      That’s what happens: the days race by and we just don’t notice getting older. I also feel the same way.

      It rained here on and off yesterday into last night. Today is sunny but chilly. I’l take it!


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