“Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.”

The day is dreary. I got rained on when I went out to get the papers. It is a day to stay home, to stay warm and dry, to wear comfy clothes and slippers and maybe even take a nap. Henry goes in and out the dog door now, but I have to be a cheerleader urging him on. He hated me yesterday for most of the afternoon after I put his new collar on him. Every time I went near Henry he ran, ears down and body slouched.

When I was a kid, I walked to school and home again even if it rained. I didn’t have a raincoat or rain boots. Sometimes my shoes got so wet my socks sort of bubbled. I’d sit at my desk and watch the rain hit the windows. The classroom was always quiet when it rained. We only heard the drops and sometimes the rustle of pages when we read our literature books. On our report cards we got graded on silent reading. I always got an A. Getting lost in a book was easy for me. I could block out the whole world.

On rainy days we didn’t have recess. During lunch time, we could walk around the classroom, and we could talk without the nun shushing us. I don’t think the nuns got lunch on rainy days as they had to stay in the rooms with us. That didn’t occur to me until I was older, and I realized we never saw nuns eat except for Sister Hildegard, my eighth grade teacher, who used to sneak and eat candy bars. She once spit nuts on my paper.

When I’d get home from school, I’d immediately change out of my school clothes. On rainy days I’d often put on my pajamas. That, I guess, was the beginning of my wearing cozy clothes. My shoes I’d put under the radiator so they’d dry. When they were dried, they looked a bit like genie shoes, curled at the ends. They were stiff, and it took awhile before they got comfortable again.

During the rainy season in Ghana, I’d stay inside during torrential rainstorms but mostly Β the rain was slight enough so I could go about my day. Nobody minded the rain. Nobody carried umbrellas. I loved the rainy season. The crops grew high. The grasses were green. The market was filled with produce. I could hear the rain on the metal roof of my house. It was rhythmic. It was loud. It was the only sound.

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10 Comments on ““Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    Rainy days can be just wonderful, as long as they don’t come too often. Like You I often read a book at home or went to the library, one of my favorite places to go. I could also go to the harbor if it was a light rain and sit there on the docks fishing. Napping was also rather nice, especially if I was at our summer cottage.

    Sometimes I’m glad that Albin is as dumb as a door nob πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ He just saw a cat pass by just outside the garden and he has still not understood that he very easily can jump over it and take the cat πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ He would never understand that he isn’t allowed to jump over it or care about it to be honest. He just doesn’t get it even if he easily jumps up on the counter here in the kitchen πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      We have had so many rainy days of late I am forgetting what the sun looks like. Supposedly next week will get warm. When I feel it, I will believe it.

      I agree about dumb dogs being easier. Gracie drove me crazy at times. She’d slide behind people going out and start running. She never came when I called, but she did go to other people who held her for me. Her jumping the 6 foot fence was just amazing.

      Have a great evening!

  2. Birgit Says:

    Rain? Visit Central Europe πŸ™‚
    We’ve had the most beautiful summer sunshine day here. Mid-80’s, barefooted garden time, wearing shorts and sunglasses, the cherry tree is in full bloom and the birds are singing. It’s getting dark now. Life is good.
    And home internet finally works again. Nearly-offline life was nice for a change but a week was more than enough. Finally KTCC music again!

    • Birgit Says:

      Speaking of rain,
      here’s a rain song we sang in Munich about 2 weeks ago:

      • katry Says:

        That is a beautiful song. I haven’t ever heard of it before this. As always, Ladies First sound wonderful.

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      Welcome back!!

      Your weather sounds like August around here. That’s about when we hit the 80’s. Our nights are still going down to the 30’s, and some places had snow showers today. I’d be glad for a few days of spring! We haven’t even reached 60˚ though Boston had a couple of days in the high 60’s.

      My forsythia bush has yellow buds so it is beginning to get into spring. That bush was a housewarming gift so I am so glad it is alive and well.

      I hope you’re enjoying the music!

  3. Bob Says:

    If we don’t get the Spring rains we will have a long dry summer. The clash between the warm moist air streaming north from the Gulf of Mexico clashes the cold dry air driven by the jet stream will produce lines of thunderstorms reaching above 50,000 ft. These are some of the most violent storms on the planet. They can produce torrential rain, thousands of lighting strikes, hail the size of baseballs and tornadoes. Dreary, steady rainfall just makes one feel cozy.

    Today was sunny and breezy with highs in the mid 70s.

    One never knows when the’re last minute will occur. On moment one is just sitting comfortably on an airplane taking in the beauty of the Northeastern seaboard at 30,000 ft. and a second later the engine explodes and a peice of shrapnel from the exploding turbine blades shatters your window and strikes your head. The fury of the air being sucked out and the sound of the airflow at over 500 Kts. must be deafening. The plane banks sharply to reduce the negative G loading from the pilot pushing the nose over to get the airplane down below 10,000 ft. where humans can breathe. Heroic efforts to save the wounded passenger during this chaos in the cabin are to no avail. The story of Southwest flight 1380 is a lesson in how random death comes and how brave people do the right thing to save a life.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      We have had a really wet spring. Last year much of the state was in drought condition but we weren’t so I’m hoping the same for this summer. We seldom get hail but we do get some wonderful thunder and lightning storms.

      I agree about the rain making us feel cozy. I turn the light on, and its glow feels warm.

      I can’t imagine being a passenger on that plane. It must have been terrifying. Watching that poor woman being almost sucked out the window is unimaginable horror. That passengers jumped to save her was certainly heroic. They didn’t think of themselves, just that poor woman.

      I believe that people rise to the occasion, that they are inherently good.

  4. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I’m really tired today–Dr. appointment and such. News was great/ It was sunny outside. I loved Birgit’s song. I am getting sleepy again, but I wanted to say hi.

    Take Care,
    Lori and the tired gang

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      I’m glad you’re getting out but I understand your being tired. I’m also glad the news was great!

      Take in the sun. It hasn’t been around here for a while!

      Sleep well!


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