AMirthlessLaugh

Rain. It is such a beautiful phenomenon.

I remember when I was a little girl living on a farm and I used to play in the fields for hours and hours on end until I heard a crack of thunder in a steadily darkening sky. With Yogi shaking by my side I would trudge home through the chest high hay field and the horses. It always seemed that just before I got into the house... maybe three minutes to the door... I would feel the first droplet on my face. A single drop of water trickling down my cheek; easily confused with a teardrop. In all honesty, some days the confusion was unnecessary.

As I grew older and moved around, rainstorms were always my escape. When I outgrew my playing in the rain stage I started going for walks in it. The smell always drew me from whatever I was doing at the time. It didn't seem to matter where or when. Rain relaxed me. I remember closing my eyes and accentuating the sense of the steady stream falling on my bare arms and unruly hair. Nothing could have cleared my mind more thoroughly than an hour of silence and reflection in the rain.

To this day I'm not sure anything will ever clear mind mind the same way. Since I've moved to this particular part of B.C, I have rarely had a rainstorm like the ones I am used to. I haven't stood in the rain for years. Haven't had a clear head since I was eleven years old. Some things need to change.

Some things never do.