We were waiting to make a dash for the car. It had been raining all afternoon, and now into the night. The rain was percussive, it was pinging off the metal of the car bodies, drumming on the bitumen, splashing in the puddles, and sounding like a rivet gun on the awning where stood. I love rain, it’s a sign of life, hope for life to come. Rain is refreshing, like petrichor, the smell ofrain on summer scorched earth. When I was a kid, I loved running around in the rain. I still don’t mind bush walking in the rain.
I love the sound of rain too, that percussion on a tin roof! I find gentle rain quite comforting, it’s like natures mantra.
And the song always comes to mind: ‘I Can See Clearly Now The Rain Has Gone.’ It’s like the rain somehow intervenes in my life, it overwhelms my senses, enables me to refocus. In some way, rain helps me to be more vulnerable, but most especially in the bush.
Paul,
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I love what you wrote about rain. Reminded me of how much I love the sound.
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Thank you, thereβs certainly something that moves me, I must have enjoyed it as a child.
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Paul, there was a story on TV here in the states that said doctors are now writing prescriptions for long walks (not drugs) to heal the body, for all kinds of ailments and reasons like stress. You and I know the rain is cleansing. π
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That is a great response by the doctors. Yes we do indeed.
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