Blessed Rain!

 

I awoke this morning to the soft sounds of a gentle rain:  for my money, the most beautiful music on earth. Back in my childhood, it’s what we used to call a “soaker.”  People wrote songs about depressing day-long downpours, but I never agreed.  As a country girl who views precipitation as life-affirming, wet days were seen as a Gift from God; something to savor.

After decades of drought, “dreaded drenchers” are a now a novelty and cause to celebrate, even by city slickers.  This a.m. I walked in the rain.  The touch of the cool water on my face cleansed my soul, lifted my spirits and washed my worries away.