I like rain

My Father told me once that his mother HATED lighting and thunder.
When he was a child and a storm was coming she would gather her two boys up and they would all sit in a closet that was in the center of their home until the storm had passed.
I obviously did not get my love of storms from her.

I like rain.
I like everything about it.
The steal gray of the sky
The sound of the rain hitting the trees and the ground.
And the almost eerie stillness that blankets everything around you.
Thunderstorms a great too.
you have all the same elements going on, with the added bonus of listening to the far off rumblings as the storm moves closer and closer.
Then the loud cracks of lighting and booming thunder as the storm arrives . And back to the far off rumblings as the storm moves away.

When I was growing up we would play in the rain. Jump in all the puddles, and taking twice as long to walking home from school. My brothers, sister and I had this stupid game where we would pretend we were butterfly's that had to fly a certain distance to get out of the rain (from the deck to the old pear tree in our back yard). If you got hit with more then 10 raindrops you(the butterfly) would curl up and die. We would play until we were sufficiently wet and then come inside change cloths and sometimes my mother would build a fire.

As I got older I would go for walks in the rain, or sit out on my deck to write short stories and poetry.
The depressed calm of the storm always seemed like a good time to be alone and in my own space.
For some strange reason it is comfortable.


I don't enjoy rain storms like I use to.
I don't write anymore and I haven't walked in the rain for years,
I still love the storm, but it is in a different way.

It is a dark and cloudy day today, and I am glad that it is.
There is a quiet anticipation of what might come.
I like that.