This prompt is coming a little spur of the moment since it’s, well, raining. Normally, I would be neutral about the situation, but I want to be able to pole vault tomorrow, so I’m a little at odds with rain at the moment. It’s supposed to stop by morning, but I’ll believe it when I see it.
Anyway, on to the reasons rain makes me happy.
It perpetuates the circle of life.
Call me crazy, but I love plants. I love the grass and trees and flowers. I also love the bugs that eat the flowers and the things that eat the bugs and the things that eat the things that eat the bugs and well…you get the idea. It’s a messy circle of life, but a necessary one, as well, and I love that rain keeps that going. Even in the dessert, where it barely rains at all, plants and animals are able to survive because of what little rain there is. Isn’t that fantastic?
Walking through the rain is fun.
I used to hate when it rained. I hated cheering for football games in the rain and running in the rain and walking through the rain. However, after spending time in Scotland, I realized I missed the downpours that occur in my hometown almost weekly throughout the summer. In Scotland, when the weatherman would say “rain,” I learned that that usually meant drizzle or mist or slightly heavier than that.
One of the few times there was a downpour while I was there, my friend and I got caught a twenty minute walk from the city center (where the bus back to campus was) without any rain gear. We tried to avoid the rain for a while but then gave up and embraced it, and it was one of the most joyful times of my life.
That sounds bad, but it was nice to just be out under the elements, laughing, everything blurry because I took my glasses off, not worrying that the weather might ruin something because ultimately, it doesn’t matter. What matters is the fun–and that I was able to get inside and get warm within the hour.
Ever since then, I have a more joyful response to rain. Unless, of course, it’s going to mess with something I deem important.
Where I’m from, rain often comes with thunderstorms, especially in the summer. They almost go hand-in-hand. “There’s a storm coming through” is heard much more often than “it’s going to rain.”
From a young age, I loved the beauty of storms. I can’t say that I was never scared of the thunder and lightning, because I’m pretty sure I was, but I began to watch the storms with my dad and that changed everything. Lightning is beautiful. Each strike is unique. When thunder rumbles, especially from nearby, it vibrates my chest in a way that reminds me I’m part of something so much bigger than my little house in town.
These storms also give me a chance to cuddle with my dogs. They’re terrified of thunder, so they always stick close.