Rain, Rain, Come Again

November 15th, 2009

Our weather recently has been a combination of fierce showers, drifting smoky clouds, a promise of peach sunsets and glimpses of Tiffany-box blue sky in between — all in the space of a day. Living in a place that doesn’t have dramatic seasonal changes, I love this kind of meteorological drama. Wild weather shakes me out of my predictable routine, my comfortable rut. I like dashing through downpours, carrying my orange umbrella or wearing my silver raincoat that makes me look like a Space Woman. It reminds me of being a kid and playing outside in the rain, of not having completed that alienation between self and nature that takes makes us as grownups impatient with traffic jams during snowstorms, power outages caused by lightning, the inconvenience of getting our hair wet. Watching the rain clean the streets and sidewalks, gush out of gutters, drip from the eaves, bless the bamboo trees in my backyard makes me feel like I’ve had an old-fashioned baptism of immersion. One that washes away the accumulated grime and grit of dailiness and adultiness, that makes me feel like a green girl again.

One Response to “Rain, Rain, Come Again”

  1. V-Grrrl @ Compost Studios says:

    One of the great things about not owning a car for two years was that it forced me to experience the outdoors in all kinds of weather at all times of day. For so long I had neatly pareceled my outdoor experiences into nature walks, which I loved. But not having a car, walking everyhere, using public transit in the city, put me out into the environment in a whole new way. It wasn't always easy but it felt so much more real.

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