It’s been so long since we had a rainy day here, but finally the sky relinquished some of that miracle water it’s been holding on to for the past six weeks. It’s a niggling amount, really, skinny little streams tracing down in thin lines from those bloated grey clouds, but even this skimpy portion has lent a greenish glow to the parched grass on my front lawn, grass that looked and felt like straw last night as we scuffed across it on our evening walk.
There’s something calming about a drizzly day like this, especially after many days of endless sunshine. Don’t get me wrong, I love sunshine. Sunny days urge you outdoors into movment and activity, but a cool rainy day invites you to slow down, settle in where its warm and dry. There is definitely something to be said for being tucked up cozy inside with tea and a book at the ready, while the outside world performs its ablutions in peace.
I came home early from work today ~the house is eerily empty and quiet with my kids gone back to their own home in the land of eternal sunshine. Molly is curled up on the bed here in the guest room, her head tucked into Nantana’s pillow. Molly seems to feel that she and Nantana are “soul sisters,” and she cleves to the girl with an obsessive devotion. So she’s sad, and pouting a little bit I think, hoping I’ll take pity and give her an extra cookie.
My plan was to do some errands on the way home, clean up the house, do some laundry, make something for dinner…yet here I am, curled up in the armchair with dogs at my side, writing, reading, listening to the rain coming down, sort of reveling in this peacefulness. I think I’ll give myself this gift of refreshment today, a day to enjoy some simple pleasures. Let the rain come down.