“I have always considered the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend.”
The rain comes and goes. Everywhere else seems to have deluges. We have sprinkles. It rains just enough for the dogs’ paws to get muddy and leave prints on my newly washed and waxed kitchen floor. I clean the prints off even though I know they will reappear again and again. I just can’t give in to the mud, a bit of compulsion I know.
The windows are shut against the rain. The dampness makes it feel colder. Today will be chilly. Right now it is 66° and will rise only to 70°.
When I was a kid, I walked to school every day whether it was a pretty day or a rainy day or a snowy day. I didn’t mind pretty or snowy, but I hated walking on rainy days. I had to sit in class with my socks and shoes and even the bottom of my skirt wet. I had snow boots but not rain boots. My shoes squished when I walked. My socks got heavy when they were wet, especially on the bottoms. Sometimes I would wring them out in the girls’ room. They never seemed to dry.
In the winter on a rainy day, the classroom smelled like wet wool. All of the windows were shut so the air didn’t clear. It was a bit thick, almost stifling. We didn’t go out for recess on a rainy day. We ate lunch and, afterwards, we could walk around the classroom, but it didn’t help much to get over not going outside and not having recess. The last classes went slowly. The clock never seemed to move. The minutes took hours.
Afternoons at home, after another walk in the rain, were comfy and cozy. I’d put on dry, warm clothes, get comfortable in bed under the covers and read. It was my private place, my quiet place. I always had a book, sometimes two books, waiting to be read.
Even now, I love being cozy on a rainy day. The sound of the rain beating against the windows and the roof is comforting, holding me close and lulling me to my quiet place. I do love the rain.
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September 6, 2022 at 6:59 pm
Hi Kat,
It seems that the rains over the weekend have ended for awhile. The morning was humid but in the mid 70s and this afternoon we hit 95°.
Although we lived down the block from the elementary school, both of my kids never had to walk to school in the rain. My better half always drove them to the drop off line. I left for work earlier in the morning. The school had the drop off and pickup lines extremely well organized for both speed and safety. When I was a kid, we walked to school come rain or shine. The one thing I didn’t want to do was sound like my father who always told me how he walked miles through snow, sleet, or rain to go to school. 🙂
September 6, 2022 at 8:22 pm
Hi Bob,
The rain did fall on and off all day. Right now it isn’t raining and is down to 66°. I closed the windows.
My mother didn’t have a car until I was in high school. We always walked regardless of the weather. The school was a fifteen or so minute walk. My sisters, after we moved to the cape, used to get a ride from my father.
The high school where I worked eventually had drop-off and pick-up lanes. Until then, parents were all over the place waiting for their kids. They filled the front yard and the busses filled the back. Cars sometimes got caught in the traffic and had to wait. The drivers weren’t happy!
September 6, 2022 at 7:57 pm
Hi Kat,
Now that I don’t drive, I like the rain, and we need it now. As a child rain in a beach town meant ( I think I’ve mentioned this before,it meant business for my parents.
In the winter, if it rained and became cold enough, it might snow, so my mom would listen to see if the school would be closed.
The most beautiful thing was ice storms. Every thing glistened, but one had to be careful.
BTW, was today a voting day for you?
We are still having a heat wave.
Waving,
Lori and the hot creatures
September 6, 2022 at 8:29 pm
Hi Lori,
Yes, it was voting in the primaries day to see which candidates will run in the elections. I voted by mail.
Driving in the rain can get tricky, especially in heavy rain. It wasn’t bad driving today. Rain here means tourists clogging the roads to find some place to go and something to do. We who live here know not to go out on a rainy day. I had uke practice tonight, but the rain had stopped falling. The roads were empty.
When I was a kid, the fire tower blew whistles to let us know there was no school on snow days. When I was teaching, it was on TV and the radio.
Ice storms also kill bushes and trees which get to bent from the weight they crack. I lost a couple of trees that way.
Waving back!!