As I’m sitting here watching the rain fall, I’m taken back to when I was a little girl. I’m remembering so vividly for some reason several of the times I just sat peacefully in my bedroom, enjoying the smell and sounds of rainfall.
Unlike most other kids my age, I was never disappointed when the rain came. While most of them were bummed because the rain would “ruin” they’re outdoor plans, I looked forward to the rain. I can seriously remember (and this is not an exaggeration) the excitement that would well up inside of me long before the first drop even fell. When all I could smell was “tierra mojada” (wet earth) as my mom used to call it, indicating the storms were already in the area soaking the ground somewhere and they’d soon be heading our way. I giggle to remember dancing around in my room, so excited at the sound of thunder because I knew soon I would get those few moments of peaceful silence, alone with the storm. It was so refreshing to me, and I would get disappointed when it stopped. My bedroom window reached to about a foot off the floor and I’d sit there smelling, listening and watching the rain. Sometimes I’d even take the window screen off my window and reach out and play with the raindrops. The rain refreshed nearly every one of my senses and I absolutely loved it.
I’m all grown up now and it’s been so long since I’ve done that. Don’t know why, I guess the busyness of life just has it’s way of taking over when we let it. But I feel as if I was just given the opportunity to remember that sweet memory for a moment and kinda nudged to start enjoying it once again. I also find it so sweet that my Jesus would move me all the way from Texas (where rain is sometimes scarce) and bring me to J-ville, Florida where I can enjoy the gift of rain often.
So off I go, to play with the rain and let it wash over all my senses once again!
LGR
