Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I’m happy again
~lyrics by Arthur Freed
The rain came. Lots of it. A steady downpour. Too much even for intrepid all weather walkers like myself and the dog, at least when we’re at the cabin (we are sort of wimpy city walkers). But this last weekend at the cabin, we stayed in as the rain kept the day dark and the forest drenched. By Saturday afternoon, we needed some outside time. So I put a chair under the tiny covered area in front of the door, wrapped up in a blanket with Rosie bundled on my lap and...sat.
We sat and listened to all the rain sounds–drops splish splashing on the deck, tip tapping in the trees, roaring in the swollen creek. The air was fragrant with wet pine, and chilly but we were hunkered warm in our soft shelter. The golden maple leaves danced brightly in the misty shadows.
It was all so achingly beautiful, so exquisitely transcendent, like a shower cleansing my soul of anything that was not pure, perfect light. I cried in sheer, surrendered joy. My heart rained tears in sweet harmony with nature’s song.
I was sitting in the rain
Just sitting in the rain
What a glorious feeling...
Here is the view from my chair.
What a wonderful post on your adventure at your special place in the rain. Your discription of this precious moment was lovely! I can just picture you wrapped up with your Rosie on the porch listening to the beautiful sounds of rain and flowing water along with the beauty of the surroundings. Yes, indeed pure joy!
ReplyDeleteBlessings and hugs for this one dear friend!
Yes, it was, LeAnn. The photo at the end came from a short video I took which I tried to include. It captures a bit of the sounds along with the beauty, but I couldn't get it to post. That's okay--you used your imagination and that is even better.
DeleteSounds like a little bit of heaven that day!
ReplyDeleteIt was, Kathy. But then, every day at the cabin is a little bit of heaven. Thanks for commenting.
DeleteAh! The beauty and peace rain brings, refreshing our very souls . . . Lovely reflection, Galen! Blessings!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Martha!
DeleteWhat does this 'rain' look like :) Please post proof and more images for us in Southern CA so we are familiar with this substance :)
ReplyDeleteI know how desperate y'all have been with all your wildfires. It was like that here in the summer--weeks and weeks with not a cloud in the sky--hot and dry. Bad fires here too, but the rain has finally helped with that.
DeleteIf you want proof, you just need to come up here and visit me again!!
I love your poetic writing style here of your experience of sitting, enjoying as an observer, the phenomena of rain falling with all its sights sounds and smells.
ReplyDelete"We sat and listened to all the rain sounds
–drops splish splashing on the deck,
tip tapping in the trees,
roaring in the swollen creek.
The air was fragrant with wet pine,
and chilly
but we were hunkered warm in our soft shelter.
The golden maple leaves danced brightly in the misty shadows.
It was all so achingly beautiful,
so exquisitely transcendent,
like a shower cleansing my soul of anything that was not pure,
perfect light.
I cried in sheer, surrendered joy.
My heart rained tears
in sweet harmony with nature’s song. "
You experienced this from a place deeper then the mind level which would be uncomfortable and bored with a rainy day. It just goes to show that we can't change nature but we can accept what is, and enjoy, or just experience the now and whatever that brings. I could almost feel your feeling of rapture as I read it. You expressed it very well.
Thank you, Brian, for the lovely comment.
DeleteWow, Galen! Your description, imagery, of your rain-filled awareness nearly transported me there...thanks...
ReplyDeleteThanks, CD! I'm pleased that you liked it.
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