The Rain

It feels like it’s been forever since it rained last, so long it feels like it’s sort of a cleansing of all the negative energy building like heat from the sun in my life. Saturday evening I went for a walk in the woods with my dog as the sun set. The trail I use was almost gone, created by fourwheelers and dirt bikes, forbidden now by the city water departments ownership of the property, and I guess has been enforced since there were no signs of trail use for months. As I went down what was once a gravel road made by the city to put in sewer lines under the trail, I was scratched by blackberry vines, wild grasses that were knee high only to walk to the opening before the forest to see the grass was now shoulder high. I debated going back, not knowing what was waiting for me in the high grass, snakes, bobcats, spiders, more thorns, and other things that irritate the skin, but I decided to not be a chicken and just stomp through the high grass, it’s just grass after all. On the other side was the old trail I’ve run for the last few years, slightly overgrown, but still there after twenty five or more years of use by the former property owners children which lies directly behind what was their farm land and is now a neighborhood. My dog ran like the wind, all I could hear was the thumping of her paws and pants as she zipped past me making faster and wider circles from me until she was out of sight and I’d call her back and zooooooooooom…. she’d race past me again. It’s fun to watch an animal or child embrace carefree running for the sake of play. We finally made it to the creek, about the time the sun set and I decided to let her drink and head back. We were back in a short time, I was sweaty, covered in scratches, she was full of little green sticky burrs which I picked out one by one from her long fluffy hair. It was great because ten minutes after we were back, it poured rain.

I love the rain, how green and clean it makes things, how it can wash away all the heat and dirty that has accumulated from the pavement. I stood on my deck barefoot Saturday in the cold rain, slapping my feet on the wet wood’s tiny puddles, I liked the way it felt, cold, clean, rough under my feet. The sound was of light slapping when skin taps the surface of water, cold, freezing between my toes, I knew I’d wear socks the rest of the day to get the cold to melt away from my feet, I’d pay for this little moment of bliss. It’s funny, when I moved here, I thought this was an area known for high rainfall amounts, it’s so green, lush, humid with kudzu covering anything it can, overgrown everything takes over anything humans leave untouched for just a few months. So when I got here and we went into mandatory water conservation from a severe drought, I was astonished at how little rain we were getting. I suppose nothing here is how I had imagined it, not even the rain. When we have a rainy season, it does rain for weeks at a time, I remember not seeing the sun for over a month once. I also remember not seeing a rain cloud for 4 months one summer.  It has been over a month since the last rain now, with a scorching heat wave unseasonable for this region, so this cool slow ongoing rain is more than welcome to me. I even like driving in it despite people who can’t seem to master that simple task.

I can’t resist the urge to just stand out there, getting soaked, it took all I had this morning to not come into work soaked to the bone, to stay dry and resist until after work when I have no one to look presentable for. When I get home, I can stand in the rain and let it pour down soaking every strand of my hair, every fiber of my clothing, and dance on the wet wood of my deck. My neighbors are surely to think I’ve lost my mind,  not sure that it’s entirely possible for them to think I’ve lost it anymore than they already do, but surly this will solidify any doubts they’ve had. I don’t care, cause it’s my happy place, it’s where I go in my mind every time life gets tough and I’m tempted to scream “FUCK OFF” to the next person who approaches me with their negative soul sucking energy. Sitting there with the rain dripping off the tip of my nose and lips, off my hair, slapping under the soles of my feet is my happiness. I’m lucky enough to find that today, outside of my mind, soon, a few more hours, and all the negative energy of my day can wash away like dirt and oil from the pavement from my life.


2 Responses to “The Rain”

  1. 1 don'tknowwhoyouare
    September 27, 2010 at 4:53 pm

    Puts me in mind of a scene from The Shawshank Redemption. Really cool- you are.

    • September 27, 2010 at 4:59 pm

      That was so… Yoda… “really cool – you are.”

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