That sweet sound of pitter patter, pitter patter. I never thought I'd miss it so much.
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Rain in the south dripping through the heavy moss canopy. |
I don't understand WHY I need to hear it but I do. Rain brings a certain peace to my soul. For me it means romance, foreboding, cleansing and life. Being an avid reader, there is nothing like curling up in a chair, cup of coffee spiked with Bailey's and a good book. The windows are open and that oh so heavenly smell furls into the house as I open Wuthering Heights or another classic.
Everyone out here raves about all the sunshine and perfect weather. I guess it's not so perfect for this southern girl.
I told a friend last week 'I'm going to become a storm chaser soon.' Imagine me curled up with my laptop combing the radar screens for just ONE large patch of rain. And then insanely throwing the kids in the car and racing towards it.
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Rain on my hands brings me back to childhood. |
And then, I anticipate dancing in it. Absorbing all that it is. All that it represents. It brings life to this earth and I glean my energy from nature. I find God in nature and part of Him is missing.
Even the kids miss rain subconsciously. One morning we were blessed with a heavy misting and Nora woke up early. She pulled a body pillow up to the glass sliding door laid down and said, 'I'm just going to watch the rain.'