The Beauty of a Spring Rain
After
a wretched winter of sub-zero bitter cold temperatures combined with higher
than average snowfall I can embrace anything that spring has to offer. I’ve
heard the complaints among the general population regarding the seeming
never-ending rains; however, it is with gratitude that I celebrate the softly
falling rains and occasional storms that signal the arrival of warm weather.
For
me there is something sublimely wonderful about the smell of a spring rain. The
freshness is intoxicating. The air is filled with the aroma of honeysuckle. The
feel of the raindrops on my bare skin reminds me of a caress. My toes are freed
from socks, boots, or loafers. The ambient temperature is warm; I can forget
the assault of the snow blowing in my face as I eradicate the accumulating snow
from my driveway. Comparatively speaking, the sight, smell and feel of the rain
are bliss.
I’ve
heard numerous souls complain about the rain- how it slows traffic, causes
baseball games to be delayed, dampens a picnic, drives the smokers into
entryways that allow the fetid smells to permeate a home or business. But the
rain brings the promise of flowers, tomato plants exploding with fruit, wells
being replenished, the earth absorbing the moisture as a reserve when
mid-summer drought strikes, and the reminder that a power greater than
ourselves exists.
Instead
of ruing the spring rains, I celebrate them and thank the Universe for
replenishing that which we need to survive. We are made of water. The surface
of the earth is primarily water. We need water to thrive. The rains are a gift.
And there are few things more pleasant than lounging on our front porch
watching, listening and smelling the rain.
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